[The man who enters the gardens is 6'2'' and lanky. Has a face that looks like it dulls a razor on a single pass and a set of deepset eyes that are perpetually set in "pissed off" mode. A hard face flecked with the dull scars of war and violence.]

Hey.

[He says in simple greeting, picks up one of the wondering cats, and comes over holding the thing in direct contradiction to "Eastern European threatening archetype" he just presented. It seems happy enough to lean against his broad chest and size-too-large uniform jacket.]

So, you were wanting to learn more about the ship. I come in with the first of our sort of crew here, so I'll tell you what I can.