Again, as usual, Vadim planted in the command chair. That found PDA he stumbled across earlier is situated on the console that he's reading from. As it stands right now, he's currently looking over recent data on Odari. Izaeza is snoozing at the engineering console. Colored light washes over her freckled face as her screen suddenly changes. Expression thoughtful, the rogue's eyes skim its contents, brows gradually lifting with marked interest until she finally announces, "/'ey, Toasty,/" at an unnecessarily high volume. "/Longtooth wantsa see me." Mmm. Steak. Good stuff, Steak.