Slowly Theobald turned his head to the man stopping next to him. Without saying anything he fixed him as the waterfall of words and information poured forward, showering him. He accepted this without flinching and with the same slightly depressed look he nowadays often has.
When Ian finally stopped talking, Theobald fully turned to him, still sitting and continued to fix him with his eyes. He said nothing at this moment, but reached out to his glass, containing a clear liquid. He brought it up and drained the large mouthful down in one swallow. One could smell the faint trace of vodka. He put the glass carefully down and stood up, at least fully facing Ian. He raised himself and in front of Ian stood now man in a carefully groomed OS&C captains uniform, who showed the slight trace of being a tick too lose, as if the wearer once had a bit more weight and lost it recently. "Well," Theobald said slowly but firmly. Suddenly a trace of a smile lightens up his eyes, "nice to finally meet you in person Commandant Ian Howler, can't deny I wasn't eager for this time to arrive."
He looked to the barkeeper and made a quick sign which Sandra confirmed with a nod. He turned to Ian: "Your taps on me. Shall we go?" And without waiting for an answer he strode to the door, leaving Ian to follow him. He radiated suddenly authority and everybody could see Theobald is used to be in charge, always.
He quickly moved onward to the main hub, not checking if Ian is following him and stopped in front of the one large window where outside the Junker Liner was visable. "Before we start anything at all you must help me, because my mind simply does not want to work with it. What type of ship is yours actually?" Theobald asks and he turns around to look at Ian again.
