Locating where Neymi had gone after her little tantrum proved easy enough, despite the size of the ship. By the drone hovering in front of the door, it was all too obvious Neymi had just grabbed the first unused sleeping quarters. Testing the door revealed that it's maglock had been engaged by the engineer, though Darion could probably override it's security from the captain's cabin. The floating machine regarded Darion impassively, observing the man through it's single lens. With it's weapon sheated, it was hard to tell which of the two drones it was.<br/><br/>As Darion leaned against the doorway, and spoke, the man would feel Neymi attention upon him even before the soft hiss and click that signaled the drone's internal communicator switching on.<span style="color: blue">"You excel in remarking upon the obvious, Darion. Perhaps you zhould pursue a career in that instead?" </span>Neymi's voice sounded slightly mechanical coming from the drone's aged speakers, and was accompanied by strange alien music playing in the background.<span style="color: blue">"Perhaps you zhould find us a pilot instead of wasting time here. If you really have to talk to me, do it when we're on our way to that research ztation. It feels like we've been ztuck on Horizon for months."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>