At the last bit of news, the horned-owl-like Vega swallowed hard. For a moment, he fixed Hetu with an orange glare, but then he sighed, and stood, setting his bowl into the washer as he made for the door, and offering Hetu little else to go on. He wasn't cross with the man - far from it, the job was done well, and quickly - but some iron needed to be struck while it was hot.
He waited in the corridor for Maein to emerge from her interview with the prospective pilot, and nodded relatively warmly. "Can I just steal you for a moment, Maein? It's pressing. I'm sure the good Doctor here will understand."