The officer escorts Trelene into the lift and the two silently ascend two decks, and make the short walk to the bridge. The atmosphere there is palpably tense, and the captain is no where in sight. Rather, Walid Nells-Corzine seems to be presiding from his chair. He turns when the two of new arrivals enter, and glides over wearing a broad smile. “Ah, Trelene. So good to see you. I am sorry for interrupting your dinner, but there is a situation I need to discuss with you, as a fellow executive. Perhaps you would do me the honor of giving me your counsel?”