Starina walked down the hall and toward her dorm. Hosster was soon to follow and as he took his first step the kid with the black hair walked head long into his chest. "Sorry sir." He mumbled as he turned to walk away.<br/><br/>"Hey kid? Are you all right?" Hosster asked as he gently grabbed his shoulder. His voice was genuinely compassionate. "You look a little sick. Do you need anything?"<br/><br/>The kids eyes looked a little glazed over. It was a familiar sight. Countless times Hosster had seen his parents with that same stressed out look, but for them it usually revolved around money. He had no real idea what would be bothering this kid. Unless maybe it was the news that the trip would take two months, but that didn't seem very likely. Hosster watched this teenager humiliate the captain by besting him at his own duty.<br/><br/>"Doctor. Go get your things." Hosster turned to look at Starina. "I'll be here when you're done." Turning back, he found the kids eyes. "So what's your name kid?"