Walter gave Ranna a bit of a scowl as she interrupted. But as he saw the expression on her face and heard her hushed tone he realized it might be important. So important that it was a private matter between her and the two commanders. Which probably meant it was in confidence, for their discretion only.<br/><br/>"Alright, I know where to go. Al, I want you to check through that record now, I don't care who's or how much blood you must wade through. If there is anything iffy on it that can complicate our situation, delete it. I suspect the local law will want to have a look at it and I'm not too keen to let them in on our private dealings. Erich, Ranna, come with me."<br/><br/>He turned on the heel and marched off, sending a quick message to Perkins that he would be down in the MedBay shortly before turning the other direction in the corridor. As they arrived outside his quarter he unlocked and showed them in. The room was as clean as could be, bed made in the strictest of fashion and his desk cleared and with perfectly aligned stacks of paper and office supplies. A sturdy revolver was set aside to the left of the desk and above it hang a small Rasalhague banner, being just about the only color in the whole room. Closing the door behind them one could realize that there was no inter-comms in the room. Walter's quarters was his own and no one else's and he would be driven mad if he didn't have any place where he couldn't relax and get away from it all. He took out his earpiece and turned it of with a click before he eyed Ranna.<br/><br/>"So, what ill tides do you bring?"