Dren followed her to her quarters stepping into a pleasant atmosphere and took a seat at the table.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Um...well I noticed you got fruit at the mess hall..." saying to him while still looking in the fridge. "Is there anything that you don't eat?"</span><br/><br/>"I don't eat Meat." he said, "I believe you would call me a 'Vegetarian' but I can't see why. I can eat more than just vegetables."<br/><br/>Glancing around the room he noted the few pieces of artwork on the walls, the cleanliness of the place and the magnificent view. He thought of ways to decorate his room just down the hall and hoped it had the same view as her.<br/><br/>It felt highly awkward to sit there at the table while Angela milled around in the kitchenette, his stomach growled as he remembered only the plate of rice and stir fry he had to eat in the past few days. He started to blankly stare out the window when he felt something brush past his ankles. A quick glance under the table had him thinking he was just imagining things because he was hungry, so he straightened up again to lean on the table.<br/><br/>"So these Children people, they attack because your ship is just looking for a new planet to survive on? What do they believe the Mankind race should have died out already? What kind of person wishes the demise of their own race?" he asked. Again, something brushed passed his leg and he again looked under the table, yet nothing was there. When he came out from under the table, it was sitting in the middle of the table staring at him, it's long body erect and its beady eyes unblinking.<br/><br/>"Bah!" Dren cried, startled by the sudden and silent appearance of the creature. He fell backwards off his chair and quickly scrambled to his feet, putting his distance between it and him. Dren calmed a bit and slowly approached the animal, noting it's reddish brown and blonde fur, it's long tail and pointed snout. Still it eerily sat upright and stared at him.<br/><br/>"Angela, what exactly is this?" he asked. He approached it and it suddenly hissed at him making him stop dead in his tracks. His brow raised as the animal's back arched and it hissed once more, then began hopping from side to side, the fur on its tail standing on end. It's odd display made Dren take another step back. The clicking sounds it did made Dren think it was mad at him, but he wasn't sure. Without realizing it, his eyes narrowed and Dren returned it's hiss, but it only seemed to make it worse, "Your whatever is, um, pissed, I think."