He could probably use a bath too. There was a bit of a water shortage in the Seefra system. "Aren't you a helpful ray of sunshine," Telemachus scowled, slurring his words. Which was quite a feat for a Nietzschean. He was working hard at getting drunk and exploring his self hatred.

"So who the hell are you?" Looking around, it seemed that this ship was in the same dilemma as the Andromeda. She wasn't going anyway. Fabulous. "And why am I on a ship that's not moving?" For Andromeda, there was an easy explanation. There was no where to go, not that Dylan wasn't working on it. This? This was not his problem. And no one was going to make it his problem.

Of course, if Dylan were here, it would take all of 5 minutes before it became his problem. He needed a new captain. One that wasn't so....enthusiastic.