Keslin watches the tail-salutes of the bridge occupants with a small smile.
<<Even at a quarter of their usual size they still act like a bunch of jumped up soldiers,>> Chris complains.
<<Their militia is important, a is routine and honor,>> Keslin murmurs. <<I daresay our ragtag group, and our casual approach to a system of leadership, is a bit foreign to them. Some of them probably think we are downright uncivilized.>>
He glances down at his as-of-yet unbathed, uncleaned form. <<Perhaps they have reason to think as much,>> he adds dryly.
Leaving Ossanlin to content with his Andalite crew, Keslin takes his advice and circles the deck slowly, familiarizing himself with the layout and the consoles. After a full lap he approaches one of the auxilary consoles, pulling up the database and beginning to flip through what is available to him haphazardly.
<<This is one of those moments when Aya's memory would be useful,>> he murmurs to himself.