With most of his things now unpacked, a few pictures on the shelf of his old flight squad, now all dead besides him, his sister when she was alive, his parents, and one of his old sensei, who taught him to fight. A few Nekan Tapestries hung on the bare wall to make it seem less empty. Dren stopped once he was done to gaze around the room, knowing that this meant a sort of closure to his previous life. A symbol that he had given up any hope of returning home and a commitment to staying on this ship as a part of their crew, to help the Humans survive at any cost.<br/><br/>That reminded him. He needed to talk to the Captain as he barely spoke to her since he arrived. Perhaps he needed to formalize his allegiance to them or something. He wasn't sure. Regardless, he would need to copy his Nekan database as he was sure there was something in there that the Mankind's could use. His military training was screaming to follow procedure and to keep the secrets of his technology from falling into the wrong hands, but these people have proven to be good people. It was something he was thinking about for a while now and now that his room was somewhat decorated and he had a place he could now call home, he finally decided to trust them with his secrets.<br/><br/>"<Yuri, I'm heading to the Paladin to get a data core.>" he said, "<It's time I shared our database with the Captain.>" Yuri had been in the bedroom making the bed and poked her head out to talk.<br/><br/>"<Are you sure?>" She asked, "<We aren't supposed to share our technology with anyone. It's the Nekan most important law.>"<br/><br/>"<We aren't on Neka anymore.>" he said, "<I know we shouldn't, but the Mankind's are struggling out here. I think it could really help them survive.>"<br/><br/>"<I hope you know what you're doing.>" she said.<br/><br/>Dren left his quarters as Yuri vanished from the room, taking her place as a blue floating hologram over his shoulder. He walked for a bit, then turned the corner to collide heavily with someone. He recoiled and kept his footing as a familiar scent filled his nose. He felt his heart go to his throat as he saw Angela on the floor and it took him a moment before he leaned down to offer her his clawed hand.<br/><br/>"Sorry." he said, the translator kicking in, "Didn't see you there."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œOh Dren....hey...um...â€ now suddenly confronted with him she was not sure of what to say or do. Looking about she tried to think of something better to say, â€œGetting settled in your quarters ok?â€ she finally asked.</span><br/><br/>"Yes. All finished." he said, feeling completely awkward. He never admitted to himself that he had been avoiding her, because some would think he was afraid of confronting her after what had happened, yet he did prefer to do other things rather than talk. He shook his head at the absurdity of it all. He liked her alot, but if he were to pursue that interest, pushing her away wasn't the answer. What happened between them was because of some uncontrollable urges, not because they chose to and made a mistake. He sighed and forced a smile, noticing that he still held her hand from helping her up, "Look, let's stop being awkward about this. We're both adults. Let's just start over and just be friends. I just finished unpacking and we have time off. How about you come over for some Nekan food. Yuri has programmed the replicator with the ingredients. I can cook for you." He said, jamming his thumb over his shoulder towards his quarters. and smiled.<br/><br/>Meanwhile on a private channel, Yuri's hologram remained unmoved by the whisper, keeping her friendly smile on her transparent face as she spoke.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">With Angela distracted for a bit Kratos took the time to establish a private link with Yuri, *How has he been?* He asked the other A.I. Wondering if he was having as much trouble as Angela was recently.</span><br/><br/>"He hasn't spoken much." she replied, "But he was devastated. I can tell. Angela was the only girl he had ever confessed to."