Up to Speed

[Reeves]

Once again he smiled, but this was a different sort of smile. A formality. "Commander." Damien supplied a correction when she announced him in civilian fashion. Perhaps she needed to be reminded that was no mere armed dissident, but for now he was willing to settle for merely pointing out that her choice of title was perceived as a slight.

"There's food if you're hungry. We have access to real eggs here, courtesy of the Freeport." He had tried inquiring with the Harmony's radio officer how the "Admiral" liked her eggs but they were simply too baffled by the fact produce of this sort was available here at all and therefore neglected to answer. She would have to settle for the chef's choice this time unless intending to clarify at some point.

With things now well and truly underway, Damien seized control of the conversation and directed it towards the intended purpose. This of course meant that pleasantries besides those he already offered were being left at the wayside so as to not prolong this already fairly awkward arrangement more than necessary. "Right, I think the way to make this simple is for you to tell me where your knowledge of current affairs ends. That way I'll fill in the blanks all the way up to the present day." This obviously spared him the trouble of having to consider what Knight might already have heard about or seen.