Remi's head perked up as he heard his new commander's voice sound through the ship's systems, there was even a text version that appeared in the HUD of his helmet, which he had put on at some point during his meal. It had tasted good enough, and while he chewed he was able to run a thorough diagnostic on his armour, and sort through all the new software he had been given, it allowed him easier access to the human systems, and offered him translation software. He understood and spoke the human language but it helped to have it in case a word he didn't understand was used. It was also equipped with a constantly updating Forerunner language and known technology database. Even from a brief cursory glance through he knew that only the surface of the great Forerunners had been touched on.
With a sigh, he rose from the chair, and put his dishes away at the indicated point and closed the files, he could peruse them later, after the briefing. He left the cafeteria and made his way, with the help of an integrated map in his HUD. Remi made his way slowly, trying to weave his way through the people who were milling through the corridor, it was less cramped now though, as most seemed to have found their own destinations or were travelling from one part of the ship to another to deliver news in person, or a part. Whatever the case, they hindered Remi little as his height and build, in addition to his natural commanding presence. He was able to take orders easily enough, so long as they made sense, he was an honourable soul, as were most of his kind. Finally, after a short while, with a few glimpses of others heading the same way as himself, including the female of his race, also a warrior.
He wasn't sexist, he knew some fought just as well as the males but it was still very odd to see one in a warrior's position. Perhaps he would grow used to it, it was a slowly adjusting viewpoint for their race. He raised his hand to the access panel to the Crew quarters and pressed the button, hoping to enter the room. He grinned to himself when the door opened and he stepped inside before taking a seat, awaiting the arrival of the rest of his team. He raised his hands to his helmet and once again removed it from his head, he would respect his commander by not being in full battle gear when he met him. He hoped, though, that the man was competent, else he might have to take command away from him in the heat of battle. Though he hoped battle wouldn't happen, he was hear to research as far as he knew. Though the Storm faction was always a threat.