<div align="center"><strong>-=Simeon Gaorong - The Gamble, Upper Deck - continuing the morning rituals=-</strong></div><br/>While there was little doubt as to the general nature of their conversation - Dani having little interest in talk so far as he had seen, and Sasha being Sasha - it was not Si's place to make a point of eavesdropping on the ladies' chat outside the First Officer's door. He overheard a few words in passing by, nodding courteously toward the pair on his way, but disregarded them as quickly as his memory would allow. If he needed to know anything about their acquisition goals or estimated time on the ground he had little doubt he would be told in due time. He did provide silent input in the form of a somewhat extended glance over Sasha's choice of attire, but nothing more.<br/><br/>The galley was his destination. The good doctor often cooked for the crew, but that didn't mean he wanted to rely on that sort of treatment. That woman had more burdens than she should have had to bear upon her already, anyone could see that; it was no difficult thing to make his own breakfast, particularly with as little as they normally had on hand aboard the Gamble. Some water, protein ration, a brief hunt for the remainder of that small box of raisins. It was less than humble fare, but he'd experienced enough feasts and galas to know that the richest meals were like as not to be the ones that left you ill the next day. Filling, nutritious enough, not so poor that he couldn't ignore the flavor as necessary - it would serve. Given the rest of the crew would likely be attending their duties he expected to end up eating alone, and that was alright, too. Company would good when it was available, but like as not it led to distracting conversations. The rations were base enough without his letting them go cold over chatter as well.<br/><br/>His hunger sated, Simeon cleared his place and took up position at a seat beside the lounge terminals to review recent news on his P.A.D. to scan for pertinent warnings. It wasn't his first time on Persephone, of course, but in the current political climate worlds were more turbulent than they had been since the war. Taking the time to review waves for indications of problems ahead before they ran headlong into those problems was basic precaution, and precaution was his job these days as much as anything else. A report on weather patterns on the surface, a bullet point list of recently reported crimes, traffic data, trade trends, mounds of numbers which, if he were planning some more complicated operation than a simple job dropoff and pickup, he might be inclined to pore over for exploitable or avoidable patterns in the details of fluctuation from the previous week to this one, or even in the day to day tendencies. For their current purposes that important yet tedious work would not be required; he needed only to assess the situation to his satisfaction that there was unlikely to be an ambush waiting outside their door upon landing. That would be enough to serve their purposes.