A nod. "Got'cha. Michael, then. I forget if I gave you my name the last time we met. Gaignun Kukai Jr.! And..."

He looked around the room thoughtfully, his voice calming somewhat. "Yeah. I guess this place is mine." Not that it wasn't technically 'his' back home, since his battleship, the Durandal as a whole was under his command. It was just strange to think about it like this. "It's from home, anyway. And nobody else is awake yet."