Dren began eating the soup and found himself indulging in the taste. It was much too hot to drink straight from the bowl, but watching Angela he picked up the odd utensil and began shoveling it into his mouth.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œWell we are expecting him in about 6 hours. They are supposed to be jumping a couple times to reach our current position. Then we are to be docking with them while we gather some of their supplies and get the new pilot and his mechâ€œ</span><br/><br/>Dren noticed her tone and nodded, laying his spoon down in his now empty bowl, "Since your ships are so far apart, this should be a good thing. I can understand your situation though. I'd be pissed too if someone was sent in to do my mission." He took a sip of water from his glass and set it back down as he looked out the window at the stars, "We just have to take what comes and deal with it. It shouldn't be too bad. I doubt he would beat you at anything. You are a strong person. I can tell." His gaze snapped from the window to hers and he smiled, feeling comfortable with someone for the first time in a long while.