Nero smiled quietly and folded his hands behind his back slowly. It was the sort of pose a commanding officer might take, no doubt a habit he had in a previous career, "Yes, we just exited the station's atmosphere void minutes ago. We're traveling at a steady speed of warp five, the Condor tends to travel rather smoothly at this rate so it would be unlikely to notice at first." A wry smirk formed at the corner of his mouth, "So I assume by 'we', you mean your other sentient lifeform the ship sensors failed to detect? Had I not seen your abilities earlier, I would have been left to assume you had come alone on this venture, Miss Jefferson. At which point did you plan to inform us that you were bringing a Symbiote aboard our vessel?"<br/><br/>There was no hostility in his tone, but rather, a curious attempt at humor. Perhaps Nero was teasing Megan in a playful banter of words?<br/><br/>He turned and walked along with the female, beginning their tour through the ship, "While the men were absolutely befuddled by your transformation, I spent quite a great deal of time contemplating the way you functioned during that combat routine. Reflexes, targeting, spacial awareness and energy manipulations. All specs were vastly impressive. But to be aware as you were during the bar brawl of the incoming hazards, I doubted that one mind alone could process so much on even a subconscious level. There had to be two drivers behind the wheel, so to say. That would explain the ever near impossible micro-second delay in your actions." He grinned lightly, glancing to her, his eyes soft, "I have an unfortunate ability to notice things at incredibly small levels. Ever heard of a micro-expression? It's an expression reflex of the muscles. Natural eyes are unable to spot such quick movements. It took me some time to realize that my theory was a bit off. You had no delay in your nerves, rather the timed delay of expression was actually more than one thought process occurring; you were having a second conversation with an unseen presence."<br/><br/>They passed by the dining center, a large room with a kitchen in the back, Nero made a quick explanation before they moved on and he returned to the former conversation.<br/><br/>"I only finally understood just now when you mentioned a plural "we" rather than "I" in your statement when asking if the ship had departed port. Symbiotic relationship on an advanced level I never encountered before. Quite amazing if I may say so. Does your partner have a name?" he asked politely, glancing to the ladies again.