He briefly glanced back at her as they walked, but shoved whatever he was thinking off to the side and kept his eyes straight ahead.

The Ptolemy's corridors all looked the same, though having lived on the ship as long as he had, Setsuna wasn't about to get lost. The ship was designed with function in mind over aesthetics, giving it a somewhat sterile and lifeless feel, though that always suited him just fine. Even the conference room they arrived at was just four plain walls, a metal table, two benches.

He motioned for her to sit.

"What else can you tell me about the situation on the rest of the ship?"