Ryan had stopped midstride and tensed when Thomas was mentioned, but was too interested in hearing what Eric had to say to allow his dislike for that son of a bitch to show. He listened intently, arms folded over his chest, with an expression on his face that said that Eric had his full attention. Hearing that Thomas was dead brought a wide grin to his face larger than the one he had when he nearly bombarded Eric with questions. For a moment he thought back to everything that man had doneâ€¦ and the things he had been included in before he realized Thomasâ€™s true ambitions. That would be left out as he doubted anyone outside a select few of people had actually known about it. He really had wanted to do away with Thomas himself, paint the city with his blood, but at least he would never cause trouble for anybody again.<br/><br/>â€œHad he really? I was not aware.â€ He said when Eric mentioned Murdock had been the one who trained Riddick. â€œI didnâ€™t keep tabs on everybody Murdock was associated with.â€ He was sure he had met the man in passing a few times, the name rang a few bells when he thought back to his military days, but he has never really pried into Murdockâ€™s past to know everyone he associated with. He had been trained by his father and his father had not done much work with Murdock; the two detested each other from what he remembered. Part of him wanted to ask about this later but probably was not going to in the end. Like Eric his prying does get him into trouble sometimes in more ways than one. He pushed thoughts of the past aside again when Eric started to walk towards the place he had gestured to.<br/><br/>While Eric went to go sit down Ryan wasted no time ordering his food. He understood about being wary about people doing things to his food, which was why he normally cooked for himself back home. As much as he trusted his men, people could be very shady as he had learned from Thomas among a few others he had met in the past. When he got what he wanted he went to join Eric. His expression was somewhat grim when he got back to the table. It really was amazing how many memories were coming back to him.<br/><br/>Forcing a small smile Ryan was about to speak when suddenly the two of them were approached by a young soldier who looked like she was trying too hard to impress her superiors. She seemed straight-laced, more than Kat had, at least from the impression she had given him when they met, though she did not have that experienced air Kat had about her. If he had to hazard a guess this young lady had probably had gotten out of training a few weeks to a month ago. Judging by the markings on her uniform she was a pretty low rank. Other than that he had no further opinion of her â€œLieutenant,â€ she was clearly addressing Eric, her gaze seemed to go right past Ryan, â€œthe captain wishes to speak with you and Ryan immediately. Itâ€™s urgent.â€ She didnâ€™t even seem sorry that she was interrupting the two of them.<br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Kat had been in such a deep sleep that she had barely heard the knock at her door. While she had not been having any particularly interesting dream being woken up had left her in a bit of a foul mood. She rolled over, lifted her head a little, and scowled at the door. Groaning, she rubbed a hand over her face slowly forced herself to get out of bed, brushing off the sleepiness. Fatigue still seemed to weigh her down, pushing on her shoulders. That had not been enough sleep to make her feel one hundred percent but it would have to do, it was a downfall of being in the military. She had also noticed was that the cyborg that was watching her was gone, which had immediately brought some relief. She didnâ€™t let it last long, though, as the knock sounded again, this time much harder.<br/><br/>Whoever was there was either impatient or this was extremely important that they were trying desperately to get her attention. That was really not sitting well with her. She had half a mind to start chewing them out but she held her tongue. After the attitude she had given the captain she really didnâ€™t need to get into any more trouble.<br/><br/>Instead the person at the door was met with a grouchy, â€œWhat?â€<br/><br/>â€œCaptain Murdock wishes to speak with you. Itâ€™s urgent.â€<br/><br/>Kat arched a brow, â€œUrgent?â€ She inquired, at which she received a nod. â€œTell him Iâ€™ll be there as soon as possible,â€ she murmured and then shut the door in the guyâ€™s face. Well that was just perfect, she thought to herself. Here she was supposed to be recovering and now she was being summoned by the captain. After yesterdayâ€™s massive headache she was not sure if she could handle any more work until she had at least gotten a little more rest. Whatever Murdock wanted, it was probably important, and she wasted no time changing out of the clothes she had on and into her uniform. She splashed water on her face to get rid of her tiredness as best she could then quickly ran a comb through her hair to get rid of the bed head. After that she left her room with a hasty stride.<br/><br/>For still being so tired, here she was pushing herself again. Part of it was curiosity. Why was she needed so soon after what happened the other day? She winched inwardly as she wondered if this was somehow associated with that.