"Temporal Zone," he echoes, mulling that over. It didn't sound like anything he could hear, most likely to the dampening qualities of the ship itself.

He completed a circle before stepping around the chairs easily and coming to the table in the middle. It was an electronic table, he could tell from the heat coming off of it, but the touch screen was not something that registered for him.

"So for now, you plan your next move, is that correct?"