Dion put on a small grin and turned his right hand over to Ros. “Dion Hansen, never listen to how the rest talk. It has served me well, and probably allowed me to avoid your father this long. I hope to keep my streak going.”<br/><br/>Dion released Ros’ hand and turned to his food. He grab what was left on his tray and slurped it down. With a quick shudder and slight groan. He turned over to Ros, “well no sense in delaying the inevitable.” He then grabbed his tray and stood up, and shuffled over to the aisle. “It’s time for me to move out, see you down there.” Dion took a causal pace over to the wash area to drop off his tray readjusted his uniform and headed out of the cafeteria. He flashed his note off to the guard as he left with a grin.