"We're gonna be fine. Ansgar can't speak worth a damn but he knows his way around ships." Andrea paused and shot a look at Kev. "Don't tell him I said that."

	The Nakan held up his hands defensively and shrugged, trying to hide his grin. The pair of them got along better than either of them would ever admit. After the initial panic the general mood amongst the crew had transitioned into relief, everyone in the know knew it could have been much much worse. There was still the mystery of who set them up to solve which meant the captain would be knocking some heads together when they reached port until a culprit fell out. Speaking of knocking heads Andrea had gone back on comms to begin tearing Angsar off a new one about his circumspect business ethic. 

	Kevej left the two love-birds to it and responded to his own comm, from the ship's esteemed medic; “Mister Vin'Akali, I would suggest you perform a bow to stern sweep of the ship’s air quality to ensure no harmful chemicals have escaped into the ventilation system. With the Captain’s permission of course.” 

	Kevej shook his head, the damned formality. He spoke haughtily to the air in front of him, his comm muted. [color=violet]"Ah yes, thank you Mister Varthus for the suggestion, what a most splendid day for a bloody great explosion my good sir."[/color] he shook his head, took a breath and keyed the comm on;

	[color=violet]"Kev to Kai'mos, I've run it through a couple of times and it's on it's third pass, just to be sure. Not that I object at all, but I assume by the fact you're telling me how to do my job that means you don't have any casualties to deal with yourself?"[/color] or at least if there was anyone out of action they would be in safe hands. Kai'mos was as stiff as a board but he knew his business. 

	Kevej was always awkward around the Ithlo in person and he could never put a finger on why. Whether it was the strangely tinted skin and hair or the constant 'professionalism' that was usual in Ithlonian culture. Kevej found it odd that his life had left him less socially capable of talking to aliens that his species had known for generations than the newcomer humans.

	The first-mate considered going down to the mess to keep an eye on their passenger, but thought it maybe better to stay at station. Just in case something big popped up. Besides, it seemed to Kevej this kind of situation was probably an everyday thing to a judge, and likely wouldn't need any help