Long is in the quarters currenly, seated at one of the tables. He has a PDA out in front of him, but is just looking at it, not actively typing anything out. Leodhais walks into the quarters, his own PDA at the ready. "Evening... or morning. Or whatever time it is on this planet," Leodhais greets, stopping in front of Long. "How are you today?" "I am well." Andrew says flatly. "You have conducted your preparations by this point?" he asks next. Leodhais tilts his head slightly, pulling up a chair and sitting down near Long. "...for what, exactly?" he queries. Leodhais adjusts his commlink.