For his part, Konstantin took in Artemie's words with a slow, steady nod. No data on dust honestly was something he should have expected, especially once you considered the limited scope of what the freezerburnt woman could actually access and parse through whatever personal terminal she'd used. Unless it was thick enough to cloak the surface entirely, you'd need more than a satellite image to catch it. Even spectrographs might not tell the full picture.
To be honest, waiting for the briefing was what would tell him what he needed to know in the first place— for his purposes, at least, he was not fated to deal with engines nearly so much as reactors powering his cockpit of choice. Aircraft in the colony module? A bit of a stretch, one he'd let that dream of his convince him to try reaching for, if only in this capacity.
A pleasant, modulated tenor caught his attention next as Fox, a fellow survivor of conscription via piracy, seated himself. How interesting it was that there seemed to be a significant subset of those that had seen their fellow man at its vilest, cruelest, and most unforgivable within the crew running security for what was supposedly a peaceful expedition. Soldiers were a necessity, that much was obvious. You did not leave home without some measure of personal safety— but perhaps he wondered if it were the difference between a guard dog and a beaten wolf.
...We're all professionals. Your head is still in cryo, Kon. There's no reason to not trust anyone to avoid the same mistakes as you.Returning the nod, Konstantin replied without much in the way of frills, gesturing with a free hand to Artemie.
"Not yet. Just breaking our fast and discussing what we know of the destination. So far, it amounts to 'vegetation on the waterfront, breathable air, and the equator will cook you'. Very exciting."
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