Kuroda nodded his understanding to Isabel and watched her as she walked off down the hallway, trying his very best to analyze the woman. As hard as he tried, he couldn't figure out a reason why a simple mercenary would go to such extremes, even going to a different planet, to chase after a group of lowlifes like the Arbiters. He could imagine if it was someone who wanted revenge on them, but Isabel's eyes had held conviction that first time he spoke to her, not anger. Yet why else would anyone who seemed so distant from the world dedicate themselves to hunting down the gang?<br/><br/>Tired of aimless guessing, Kuroda took his eyes off of her and went off in his own direction, perhaps to find the simulation room, or maybe just to find something else to do or someone to talk to until he felt ready to go to bed.<br/><br/>He wouldn't be the last person Isabel spoke to before she got to her room, however. She would smell the smoke before she rounded the corner and saw the man (http://i39.tinypic.com/2rruyab.jpg) waiting for her in the shade of one of the ship's stairwells, looking well-dressed enough to be a member of the staff, but most certainly without the attitude of one. "'The enemy of my enemy is my friend,' eh? And what happens when your mutual enemy is gone? Do you think you'll have a friend in that man anymore?"