"Sounds good," he said politely. Mike wasn't actually sure he'd ever had dewback, and if he did he probably hadn't asked what it was. He'd never been an especially picky eater, and definitely not when he was someone else's guest.

He stepped out of the room, closing it behind him and waiting for her to take the first step toward the galley so he could fall in step just behind her. He'd looked over the map before leaving the room, but it would be easiest to memorize if he was following someone else, at least this first time. He people watched from the corner of his eye as they walked, various crew members went about their day without a second glance in his direction, and if they did he was almost certain the attention came from noticing the Captain, rather than the scruffy orange-haired youth alongside her.

He ran his tongue along the roof of his mouth, uncertain what if any small talk he could make. "Sooooo," he considered before deciding it was at least a question to break the ice, "Have you known Mr. Prent a while?" He'd only known the man for a few short years... dren had it been that long already? Some quick math in his head had him suddenly feeling the age he didn't physically appear, as his 30s creeped up on him.