"Thank you Avelo.  I'll talk to you again my equine friend.  Michelle, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to my quarters for a bit?  It's about the only place we can talk in relative peace really."  He said, offering his hand to her, hoping she'd accept.<br/><br/>((Assuming that you did...))<br/><br/>When she did, John smiled and gently led her along to the top of an elevator shaft after stopping it between floors 3 and 5, having to pick up a few staff and their support before heading all the way up to his own private quarters, among the other officers that called this part of the ship home.  A dozen and a half rooms were up here, all named according to rank and the person that used it, each embossed in black ink on the metal bulkhead doors.  Finding his own, John waved his omni-tool in front of it and the door slid open.  The room itself was furnished to accommodate the human, a full shower/bath in the western corner, a small computer station just to the left of the door to the bathroom with a metal desk and chair that molded its seat somewhat to better fit whoever sat down, and a small but comfortable double bed of sorts, or at least it matched the size of one at any rate.  There was a self with a collection of metals and pictures of home.  The Citadel Capital itself in all its glory was in one of the holo pics, showing a moving panoramic view of the entire complex.  "It's not much, but it's home, at least for the moment.  The best part is that everything here is easily packed and stored away for ease of travel.  I usually go light since I don't know what ship I might be assigned to next and what have you."  He said, sitting in one of the few chairs that were available, someone having brought a meal for him and a guest to enjoy already which consisted of a small but healthy variety of fruits, vegetables, salads, and a couple of drink choices.  "Huh, guess someone planned ahead.  Please, help yourself and ask what you want Michelle."