James looked at Hayate's second in command, Signum, and blinked. Signum was very hard to read as she keeps her expressions rather neutral. He took a sip of his Malt as he considered her words carefully. The addition of Hayate's words gave him more food for thought. "The "White Devil"? Sounds to a rather "interesting" woman. Particularly to be given such a moniker" He stated finally as set his cup down. Enjoying the sweet, and salt combination of the Peanut Butter, and fudge Malt. "Perhaps we'll get a chance to meet one day, but until then We must continue to press forward. While what happened with the Mining vessel is regrettable. It was their choice as I had given them plenty of chances to cease their actions. So in the end, they made their own beds." He stated more confidently. Though he was stroking at the edge of his eye patch. The skin feeling itchy, and tingly. Though he didn't want to scratch at it in the presence of ladies. He knew it would have been rude.<br/><br/>In the Kitchen, Moira hummed softly as she was pulling the pots, and pans for Dinner. Tonight she was making baked Spaghetti, with thick cut garlic toast, and Cesar salad. She was never more happier than when she is in the kitchen cooking.