From his seat in the corner Vashir watched as Zoroka sat down. He just had his breakfast in his private corner. Waiting the night out downstairs seemed to be the best option, in case Zig or Zoroka came here early. He saw the Captain come in a few hours ago. When Zoroka looked about Vashir stood. He strode to the table with his strange grace and took a seat.
"Morning" His deep raspy voice sounded. He gave a nod to both of them.
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