"That sounds fun," Yasha deadpanned, clearly not interested in gathering rocks. He was here to meet alien women and shoot space pirates. Isam nodded his head, but seem equally uninterested. He looked over the observation deck, assuming that, once they were out and in space, there would be something better to look at other than the inside of the docking bay. 

"Where's the kitchen?" Isam asked offhandedly, "If you don't mind me asking." He would have liked to know where to find Omar's place of work. It was likely that his partner would be spending quite a bit of time in there. And, after his early morning awakening, he could go for a cup of coffee.