<strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Both fortunately and unfortunately for Allia, Damian had indeed returned to his room shortly after their meeting had concluded. For once, general fatigue had caught up with him. It wasn't that his body was tired, but his mind was in dire need of a break. With the biggest issues settled for now, he staved off the workaholic in him well enough to be able to deem what was left as less that high priority. It didn't need his immediate attention. He didn't know how much of a backlog of recorded games of Clan Lacrosse he had left to watch, but he knew it was bound to be significant. Best thing about being one of the few, if only, clanner in the company: no-one to pester him with spoilers. His tradition of watching these games was just about as sober as you'd expect it to be from the man. Something simple to eat - a kind of potato-based, packaged, crispy snack popular among his former peers in Clan Sea Fox - and something equally simple to drink; water. What a party!<br/><br/>But, it was the way he liked it. Simple, quiet, easy to ban any and all thoughts from his mind. He'd only just watched the first hour though, when his little routine was interrupted by a knock on the door. A grumble inevitably left his lips, though he could fortunately just pause the game before getting up from his seat. As Allia knew, Damian actually very rarely used the room that had been assigned to him. Having managed to net one of the most spacious areas on the ship short of halls and storage rooms, Damian had managed to refurbish his office over the years to include his bed and the like through a door around the corner, in the back of the room. The alcove that held the viewscreen he was watching his game on also contained a small table and a few enviably comfortable, leather couches. Despite his spendthrift ways, he certainly knew how to make sure he was settled in nicely... Still, the centerpiece of the room remained his large desk and the myriad of filing cabinets surrounding it, which almost blocked off the back of the room visibly, despite there being no wall or door to do so. Him behind a pile of work was the first thing most anyone would see when entering. Fitting.<br/><br/>Once he reached the door into the office, he waved his hand over a control panel to unlock it and let it slide open.<br/><strong>"Lieutenant Rowe?"</strong> he questioned, unsure what she was doing there. Had she forgotten to mention something at the meeting? Whatever the case, he already stepped aside to let her in if she so pleased.</div>