"Things," Philo repeated, and took a sip of his drink. Whatever that could possibly mean. Tensions in the fleet were palpable, but the reasons for that seemed to be highly classified. The closest he'd come to uncovering any information was the news of what had happened to Anika. He actually found himself wanting to talk to her, get the truth, but he knew what was right and what was going to do more harm than good. Philo was many things, a diplomat was not one of them.

"Understandable," he observed. "Seems no one wants to be off their own ship of late. I have little reason to go elsewhere at the best of times, but there is something strange afoot."