[Wanda is pacing back and forth in her cabin with the dog watching her. Her T-shirt has the sleeves cut off to accommodate her arms, and her leather pants look uncomfortably tight.]

Gaheris, I need a couple of small favors.

First, as you can clearly see, I've put on too much muscle to fit into my clothes.

Second, please talk me out of verbally bitch-slapping Xavier and Lehnsherr.

[And what, praytell, is wrong with tight leather pants? Okay, those could stand to be tailored.]

Do you need me to request you some new ones? You've seen how I dress. Consider it fair warning.

We'll discuss your clothing first and maybe by then the urge will have passed. I'll be in my room.

Yeah, it's reached that point. And yes, I have seen how you dress, and you're the only guy I'm asking, so...warning unnecessary. [Brief flash of a smile.]

All right. I'll be down in a bit.

[At least she'll end up in some durable Nietzschean lady clothing? Many apologies from all the people in his universe that dress without shame. Only not at all.]

I'll be waiting.

[It involves leather, so it's all good!]

[She shows up five minutes later, still scowling, but in a distracted manner as opposed to a "rip someone's head off" manner.]

Hey. Thanks for seeing me.

[He notices the scowl. But gives her time to collect her thoughts.]

It's not a problem. Do you have your new measurements? [She doesn't look much like she'd favor Jaguar pride and the Drago Kazov are... kind of dicks and he wouldn't want to associate her with them.]

[She pulls out the little notebook she always keeps next to her communicator nowadays and hands it over.] I appreciate this. Lua can help me with girly clothes and Spider with Gothy clothes, but it was your input I wanted on my new uniform. The only limits are the colors.

[Ben had headed towards Rhade's room pretty much as soon as he heard his name; instead of answering the private message that pops up on his communicator, very soon he's leaning to peer around the doorway to his new warden's room, only hesitating now that he's here.]

[There is a shape at his door, and he looks over to notice the slinking. He supposes since there's actually something they need to talk about, he should invite him in instead of waiting for nature to take its course.]

Ben. You should come in. [He puts down the folder.]

[There's a moment, when Rhade first looks over, where Ben is more easily read than he normally allows himself to be; curiosity, trepidation, something akin to relief. All drop away when the Nietzschean says his name, wariness the last to go, eyes narrowing on the folder.

Nonetheless he does as bade, moving into the room more confidently than he has in the past; he understands orders better than he does open invitations. At least orders can be held responsible for being obeyed, whereas personal desire cannot.]

Sir.

[Then Rhade's probably going to give him a very uncomfortable headache. He'll at least start out simply.]

Sit anywhere you like. [And he checks the file, not finding too much new content there.] Can you tell me what you and Bucky had been doing?

[Likely, but Ben is at least getting somewhat accustomed to that by now. At the instruction he glances subtly at the available chairs, picks the one closest to where Rhade is but - pretty much instinctively - with a clear shot at the exit. He's still in formal mode, more perching than sitting, hands settling across his knees.]

Supervision, mostly. Morning runs. Afternoon workouts. His friends watched me when I wasn't with him or with you, sir.

Ben... I honestly don't know if I have enough friends to provide you with constant supervision. And I'm not certain I'm going to be able to myself. [This is a real concern for him.]

I will need you to work with me on this so that it doesn't become a necessity.

[Goddamn. And things were going so well with Cato, too. He should have know that it's never that easy. He hopes that his inmate isn't on the precipice of a crisis at least.]

I'll be right over.

Alright.

It's concerning, but not immediately so. He's in no danger. [Really, it's hilarious how he just says these things unprovoked with no motivation at all.

The door is open for when Dylan gets there. He'll close it once he's inside.]

[Dylan walks in barely a minute later.]

Okay, hit me with the bad news.

[This is going to be more difficult than he thought.]

When we fell asleep in your room, he came to ask you a question and... misconstrued what was going on [No he didn't.] and left abruptly. When I moved to go see if it had been anything important he had some concerns that we might be breaking some ship's rules.

I told him that it wasn't the situation but if it had been, I wouldn't be on a ship like that. He also mentioned something- it was peculiar, he seemed torn on whether he was ashamed of his father for breaking rules or proud of him for being publicly whipped, or ashamed that he had to be there for it.

I don't know if this discussion has come up, but it seems problematic to say the least.

[He has a seat at his desk, reclining back in his chair a little.]

Misconstrued? [Eyebrows go up as he realizes what Cato thought might have been going on (and sort of was). Although he's not exactly surprised. There were...well...someone like Trance might have described their passing out on each other as cuddling.]

I guess the good news is that if he's worried about me that means we've bonded pretty well. [Silver lining in clouds.]

The rest... [He sighs.] He's got some hella father issues. He can't decide whether he loves his father or disdains him. I'm hoping to lead him towards the side of love.

You'll find no shortage of paternal issues here. [He's somewhat relieved by Dylan's acceptance.... Somewhat.

He wishes he could decide on one thing to feel.] What rules did he actually break?

You're quite welcome.

[You're still also creepy David but for some reason he'll give your creepiness half a chance.] Have you had to entertain children before?

[The likelihood of this biting you specifically in the ass, Rhade, is pretty low. B)] I haven't, no. There were no children on board the Prometheus.

[Now he's curious.] How long have you been operational?

Approximately two and a half years.

You're considerably younger than the Andromeda was. -Our ship had an artificial intelligence representing it.