Jemarr reviewed Doctor Chakwas's medical instructions as he stood in the lift, waiting for it to reach the cabin level. For such a technologically advanced ship, the elevators seemed to take forever to get anywhere. The instructions were what he expected - not to take any more stimulants until his hormone levels had stabilized, and to do his best to eat a nutritionally balanced diet.<br/><br/>He jolted awake as his omni-tool registered a data packet from Lieutenant Black, having nearly dozed off in the meantime. Paging quickly through the data, he noted the identifying features of the suspicious ship and saved them to his own records.<br/><br/>Finally, the elevator tone sounded and the doors slid open. He made his way directly to Anastasia's cabin, his brief glance at the ship layout earlier being enough for his quarian to find his way around. He pressed the door chime and waited for the door to open.<br/><br/>Jemarr bowed deeply to Anastasia as the door opened, seeing her unpacking. He stepped inside and gave her his smile-gesture again. "Thank you once again for your hospitality, Lieutenant. I would hate to be in anyone's way tonight." He looked around the mostly bare cabin with great interest. "Ah, you've only just been assigned to the Normandy, so you haven't decorated yet. Where are your roommate's things, though, or have you not been assigned one yet? You have so much space here."