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Demor was sort of annoyed that his proper greeting went mostly ignored, but brushed it off, it wasn't worth getting under his skin. As the Adjutant started to explain about the warship, Demor sort of tuned him out, he didn't care about the ship, he just wanted to find Montrose and be left alone. Preferably with her. Once they sat down at the table, Demor looked around the room again, and particularly at the hologram of Origin, tilting his head as he studied it, and in particular, where Storms seemed most common on the planet's surface. If anyone cared about them besides those in them, it was him. It was his specialty after all.

He'd let Kathryn or Ivera do most of the talking if possible - he was sure that his Xeno presence wouldn't be tolerated to speak too much. He was, however, starting to relax a little, his tail curling around one of the legs of his chair out of habit as he leaned back, making himself comfortable.