Not one to dawdle on an important task such as this, Gaelio emerges from the bedroom within minutes. (Legion's fashion, if it can be called that, is certainly unique.) Clad in a fresh attire, he approaches McGillis in the midst of securing his shirt and looks up, his lips canting at what might as well be a statue.

"You're still over there? You could've sat down. We're going to be up and walking for a while."

A part of Gaelio is not surprised, however. The crew quarters are a far cry from home, and McGillis must be raring to see to their day. For that reason, Gaelio bypasses the couch to join McGillis at the kitchenette.

"Are you changing? If not, we can start on the tasks at hand."