"I'm sure you'll find whatever you seek, if you look around hard enough. The<i>Lady</i>is a big ship - she'll make provisions for you." Torin said, breaking the silence he'd maintained thus far. He'd spent the conversation hovering at his employer's shoulder, taking stock of the ex-Arbitrator that she was talking to. Torin's pose was casual, and there was nothing threatening about his demeanour, but there was no mistaking the bulge of a flak jacket beneath his short leather coat, or the presence of a Guard-issue laspistol in an improvised quick-draw holster at his waist.<br/><br/>Torin's hard, flint-like eyes monitored the ex-Arbitrator's movements, taking in the minutiae of his posture and his gestures. Simultaneously, he took note of the presence of the engineer, who was biding her time before she could get a word in. Though he was largely ignoring her, Torin kept his eyes open, in case she made any sudden moves. He was protective of his employer - though he knew she could more than handle herself - and monitoring her surroundings put him at ease. Playing up the role of the bodyguard, he was committed to shadowing her movements around these new enlistees, at least until he got a better feel for them, and gradually started to trust them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>