Quixor felt the room cool further as the door slid open. Rosaline's voice disturbing what few minutes of peace he had. Her shrieks went right through him. He felt his annoyance bubbling inside him again but then puffed some smoke. "Do you ever care to knock?" His voice dripping with boredom as he blew out the smoke into the air. A guttural growl, his tone laced with annoyance now. "What is it?" He asked, blinking his eyes open slowly to glance at her, the light of the windows casting her into a silhouette, he could make out her cat-like eyes piercing his body, as she scrambled to look elsewhere. He couldn't careless what she thought. He was riding a high. He had come what he'd failed to once before, the very treasure he needed lay within the bowels of the ship. The brig.

Tristan had been silent since they got back on board the ship, the silence even more deafening and thick with tension on the elevator ride up back to their work stations. He kept his pad close to his chest once more, a heavy sinking feeling weighing in his gut. He followed Eon out through the lift doors, he watched as Eon floated with casual elegance and grace back to his console as he commanded the room of science officers. Tristan shrunk back into the chair at his desk, he turned to await whatever hellish nightmare Eon would unleash to find Neoma for he knew exactly where she was.