Telaliel quietly followed the captain to his position on the ship again, still trying to study everything that they walked past, being vaguely frustrated by the inability to read the signs or the computer interfaces.  She was at least starting understand their color coding, finally.  Blues and greens were good, yellows and reds seemed to indicate hazards.  As for their iconography...that would take still more time to puzzle out.  But there were some things that didn't seem to change from one race to another.  Never enough room on ships, interesting things packed everywhere, and the things a life in uniform did to the body.  She had to admit to herself, at least, she wasn't terribly upset following the captain around through the narrow passages and such.  Something was to be said for a man that was a master of men and women, self controlled, confident, and made such look as if it were simply natural.  A niggling voice in her head added that a tight rear was not a downside either.<br/><br/>Listening the commentary on the bridge, her ears twitched and turned slightly as she focused on different conversations, even while watching the screen with the captain.  A very slight touch of amusement played over her face as she observed the expression of the radar officer (whatever that meant).  At least they still held certain passions, she noted, however so...subdued they might be.  The briefest flicker of a smile crossed her lips as her attention turned back to the conversation and the invitation to dinner.  Such should prove an...interesting adventure, though she could certainly do to eat sooner than later.  Her augments were notorious for increased metabolism and it had been some time since she'd intentionally gone this long without at least a ration fruit.  Since the survival courses at the 'thopter academy, most likely.