Arban bowed, strangely more at ease in front of the Captain then with him missing. With something to focus on, something to draw his attention, the minor things didn't bother him. It was only when he was supposed to relax... to enjoy himself that he found the thousands of little things that were wrong.<br/><br/>"Arban, Rogue Trader. Abran Benetek."<br/><br/>He smiled, and bowed easily... and rose to say something... before stopping as... well... someone elected to make the most grandiose entrance possible. Arban raised an eyebrow, but remained wordless. This display spoke of someone who wanted to show off their power... and didn't realize what they showed was how little they had. True power was a subtle thing, and didn't exist to assuage the ego of children who engaged in pointless displays. When it was over, Arban smiled at Xanatov.<br/><br/>"I am guessing you will want to go thank the man for his kind gesture, before someone elects to pop his pompous overinflated ego."