Julien blinks quickly, reflexively folding his wings tighter against his body. He's a slightly awkward-looking young man made seven feet tall by his stretched-out legs, and the feathers of his wings and tail make him seem rather large. He somewhat resembles a harpy.

Quiet despite his claws on the floor, he makes a circuit of the bridge, not touching anything but studying it all. It's well-used, he can tell that much, but no one's here now. Julien stops to look out through the viewscreen.

"And I thought the space elevator was science fiction-y," he says quietly, trying to use humor to bolster himself up.