Muttering still, Dun walks behind the man wearing the rank of...  and dressed in the fashion of a ships cap...  He pulls up short, looking back to the door that just hissed closed like the door to a cell.  He had expected to be able to organize the work requests before they got started and now looked horrified in the direction of The McNair's Captain.<br/><br/>"Captain Mitchel, Sir!  I did'n think ya would be here so early..."  Dun fumbled with his pad so he could make a hand presentable should he be offered on in greeting.  "I was goin to finish up these reports..."  He looked around him at the empty space and thought,<em>good job, McGalleon, way to intrude</em>.  "Or, ona second thought, maybe I should finish these up in me quarters..."<br/><br/>He hesitated, looking apologetic and willing to step out, but indecision kept him glued to his spot waiting for Mitchells pronouncement.