He followed, still with the air of authority. How he left was less important then how he returned.
<[Water.]> was his simple reply. She went over to the replicator and got some for him in a plastic container - there would be no chances taken. She set it down in front of him and then sat across from him. She had an easy air of authority around her, one she'd cultivated as an admiral, letting him know that while he may be in charge of his people, she was the ranking officer on board the ship. It was subtle, but she knew he would sense it. Even the humans could sense that air. <[Your people fight well,]> she said, wanting to start things out on a good note. Aggressive techniques would not work at all questioning these people. <[Your clan should be proud.]> (resp? - feeling him out before the questions start)
