The door closes behind them, signaling the start of their little quest. Already, Gaelio is reminded of what had brought them here in the first place.

"As long as we avoid the mess hall, anywhere sounds good." On second thought, that would have been the most ideal place to start, but Gaelio doesn't fancy himself going anywhere near that disaster pit for another couple hours. He furrows his brow. "That limits our choices. Where else on this ship would people cross paths the most often?"

He wouldn't know. What was that waypoint called—the hub?