Later that evening, Xavier made his way to the mess hall. The room swelled with people; it seemed like most of the 80 crewmembers aboard the Pioneer were present there, doubtlessly to relax for one more night before they all set off on their first mission. “Have you already met our illustrious new first officer, then?” Xavier arched his eyebrows. Perhaps it was hearing himself being talked about that had drawn his attention. He continued to glance around for the source. “Yes, Captain Quinton was showing him around today. They came by the Security Office.” “Was there a problem?” “You just wait.”