A slight smirk briefly appeared on his face, before disappearing. He made his way towards the Office.

Double doors with the plaque 'Zhackie' reside at the end of a long metal corridor. The nearer to the door the more audible the sound of music becomes, violins and trumpets and other orchestral instruments echo.

He proceedes slowly, making notes of his surroundings before pushing open the doors and entering.

The room was large, and dimply lit with the only source of light being a lamp hanging over a large round table in the middle, making the walls and corners a dim orange. A old phonograph in the corner of the room was the source of the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyknBTm_YyM]music[/url], which was the only sound aside from the occasional creaking of the massive ship. The table in the center and several lined against the walls had piles and piles of books and paper on them, even on the floor rested a few stray pages of paper, bookshelves were also numerous in the large room, all packed to capacity. Currently dormant along the right wall were mounted computer monitors, black screens lacking any activity, the office was empty.

He approached the phonograph and shut it off, sealing the room in silence. He looked over the scattered papers, then the books, and finally looked at the black screens. "Hmph. Likes to keep tabs on the place, Eh?"

About half a minute passes before footsteps approach from the hall. A man walks in, dressed in distressed looking formal-wear, a white dress shirt with a red wool vest over it, completed with a black bow tie and bowler hat. He had a steaming mug in one hand and a can in the other. "Lose something?" he asks with a raised brow as he sets the mug on the table.

"Found something, actually." He turned, his arms sitting formally behind his back. "Red Zhackie, if I'm correct? Is connected with the smuggler crew that's been becoming infamous as of recent?"

"Just Zhackie if you don't mind" He follows up as he walks over to the phonograph and powers it back on, he adjusts the volume to a lower setting before continuing. "Red Zhackie is what I'm called by those who find me less favorable usually, which I'm sure isn't your case" he says as he makes his way over to the table. "And that's quite an assertion, do you happen to need something on that nature? Because all I officially do is run this place"

"I have some, 'delicate' cargo moved across Federation borders. Very difficult, but very rewarding as well." He stated in a factual nature.