The loud message for a crew meeting made Njal give an audible groan when he closed the manual for his spacecraft, having spent hours reading over it to memorize everything he could from it. He had plenty of trouble flying the damn thing when he stole it, and having to read the manual while trying to pilot the spacecraft was easier said than done, but he would find another time to continue reading through the manual as he tossed it aside on the bed, getting up as he knelt down to the floor and opened a door to a medium sized cage, watching a black ball of fur roll out almost immediately when the door was fully open. It had been a while since he had let his pet out for a bit of enrichment, grinning as the creature quickly rolled out of the room once Njal opened the door to his living quarters while he casually exited the room and followed behind the rolling creature.

He had made his way to the bridge, taking a seat with the other crew members as he listened to the captain talk about finding another job for them, which involved a merchant by the name of Fat Pig in Kharak Town. It wasn't a name he was familiar with, although the Triads hadn't contacted him for a while with any new clients, so he didn't care too much about it. Once everyone had given their own input on the job, the meeting was finished and everyone went their separate ways, in which Njal decided to follow Luck to the mess hall to provide whatever help he could and to keep himself busy until they landed, ready to get off the ship and see if he could find some interesting trinkets, haggle with a few merchants or con some unsuspecting people. Of course, once he reached the mess hall, the familiar faint sounds of an animal attempting to gain access to the food storage could be heard, causing Njal to roll his eyes in annoyance. That damned Krite still had a large appetite even with the microchip that was implanted within it, although it was only supposed to lessen its appetite for meat, but despite that the animal still had quite an appetite; just not a lethal one.

Walking over to where the sounds were originating from, sure enough the furball was trying to chew through the metal where the food was being contained. Without hesitation, Njal grabbed the Krite in a firm grip and pulled it away, making sure to avoid the many sharp teeth that filled the Krite's mouth. "This food isn't yours, you little shit." He said, knowing he would have to buy the Krite it's own supply of food.