Unaware of any ill feeling his impulse may have provoked - had she asked to come along and do the same, he would hardly have turned her down, Benidal turned off down the side corridor that led to the luxury apartments, one of which he had appropriated as his quarters. Once inside, he locked the door firmly, then peeled off his black skullcap with a small sigh of relief, blinking his third eye rapidly to remoisten the small, dark organ after its confinement. A quick scan around the room and the auras present confirmed that he was alone, and had been for some time, so he stripped off the remainder of his clothing and tossed them onto the small bed with his cap before heading into the shower cubicle. A few minutes of harsh scrubbing under the hot water and he felt presentable again, thoroughly cleaned of any leftover scents from the cafeteria.<br/><br/>Drying off, he re-dressed in the crisp space-black trousers, shirt, and silver-trimmed vest that was the traditional dress uniform for all Navigators, though the buttons which would have borne his House insignia had been replaced with featureless metal. Replacing his skullcap with a fresh one, he left his room and headed at a brisk pace to the formal dining hall. He slowed outside, entering at a leisurely pace, and took his usual seat at Captain Avorn's left, across from where the Exec would normally sit at her right, but this meal had been replaced by the massive reinforced seat which could only belong to Darvius.<br/><br/>"Captain." He nodded to her, then swept his gaze over those who had already gathered, and noted who had not yet arrived.