Snapping out of his daze as his alarm rings for the third time Sebastion looks up at the clock finally, “Oh ****, I’m late, this is not going to look good…” Hurriedly attempting to straighten his mussed clothes He simply throws his heavy Flak coat over the top, strapping his pistol on as he runs out the door.

With a bit of a rush and only a couple of annoyed crewmen he manages to arrive just as someone is waved into the room, simply attaching himself to them and being waved in as well. “I apologise for my lateness, I was distracted by other matters…”