<strong>Ansem Hyral's quarters</strong><br/><br/>He looked up and spotted the helmet, acting oblivious at first.<br/><strong>"That's the flight suit helmet nothing important." </strong><br/>Rolling off the bed he walked towards it, giving every junior officer in the CIC a full screen Ansem Hyral cock. Picking up the helmet, he pivoted it to face him, inspecting it closely.<br/><strong>"Looks like I forgot to turn off the life support sensor."</strong><br/>His quickly transferred any of the video to his personal hard drive before flashing the camera a smirk, the signal went dead after that and the helmet returned to its previous resting place. Walking over to her uniform, he picked them up and glanced up at her.<br/><strong>"Hope you don't mind, I'll cover you after I pay a visit to the quarter master." </strong><br/>It took him a few moments to dig two cigarettes from her box and the lighter, placing both between his lips, joining her once more on the bed. Once settled, he lit both of them and offered her one to end the night on a final good note as far as he was concerned.