The next morning, Captain Quinton entered the conference room. He sat down in the chair at the head of the table, read a bit more from his PADD, and then set it down. When he looked up, he saw Xavier on the far side of the room, gazing out the window. Quinton watched him for a moment, then spoke up. “You're a bit early.” Xavier didn't move. “I wanted to clear my mind.” “That'll do it.” He glanced back. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.” “Oh?” “You're wrong.” “About what?” Quinton grinned. “That's the spirit.” “Understandable. As I said, it’s unfortunate and I apologize.” “Thank you.” “Quite.”