Zavier was walking through the station as he did every morning, he had not meant to over hear, but he had, his ears twitched as he heard of the break-out, his eyes going wide. His own brother had been on that station, even his place as a priest would not save him from his kin. He quickly drew up his hood, his steps quickening as he kept his head down, weaving between the bodies as he made his way to the chapel, bare feet slapping quietly on the station's floor.
Just as the gravity alarm went off, people's boots activating to keep them on the deck Zavier gave an undignified yelped as he floated towards the ceiling, using his hands and feet to keep his robes closed, lest someone get a view they did not want, or a view of something he did not want them to see. His cheeks a bright red as his hood floated around his face.