"A physical case board is rather outdated method," Issa comments, but from her tone it's impossible to tell if she likes or dislikes the idea. She's probably neutral on it, until she outweighs all the up and downsides of it, rarely taking side of anything until she's absolutely sure. In all honesty, the strange woman is more preoccupied with the numbers that Androw had brought up. They most definitely were a code and there was something, faintly itching, inside her, urging sath to crack it, despite the impossible odds.

Nathan looks over his shoulder, brows slightly furrowed: "Technically, it could be safer than virtual one if we are dealing with high scale hackers although so far we've had no safety compromises." He really only cares that he will need to screw the board down and preferable somewhere on second floor so if anyone came in, they wouldn't immediately see it and it wouldn't easily fall over during jumping to hyperspeed or some tricky maneuvers. By now, the blue-haired man has continued pressing on and explaining what he thinks is the right course of action. Issa is still unphased.

"My primary case is not the Void right not, but the John Doe from this morning. The connection between them is not yet proven. If I am to be sidetracked, I should contact my superiors." At this point, her data pad blips and she brings it out, slender fingers sliding over the screen and revealing information. "Autopsy report arrived," she tells the crew, already half through it. The man is still unidentified, no fingerprints (artificially removed, nothing surprising there in this day and age), of course died from the blast to heart. What catches her attention is that the Rasthash confirms Galerow's opinion that the man was psychic. They usually have a peculiar sensors in brains, among few other tell-tale signs that can usually be detected only once they are dead. In few brief words, she retells it to the crew as she sends copies of it to their data pads.

Her turquoise eyes then rise up to stare at suspect-turned-informant in a way it would make most uncomfortable. She's silent for a bit, as Nathan sets down plates. "All right, we shall visit your informant, see if he knows anything about Gilus or John Doe." The woman then turns to her tech expert: "continue the good job with information from data banks." With that, she leaves to head upstairs, presumably to contact this superior officer and change the course of ship.

Nathan guessed that she will not return for dinner, not needing food as much as most other people, but does not put her plate away just yet. Instead, he takes his seat and digs in the food. It's not bad, if he is to blow his own horn. The male feels familiar pull of entering hyper lane as they race toward the new destination and wonders briefly just what they have gotten themselves into. Or what this Androw Galerow has gotten them into.

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It was much later that Issa came back to dining area, moving around without even looking up as she was engrossed in something that she was reading on the data pad. Sitting down to the meal that had long since grown cold, she ate it slowly, seemingly ignoring how bland it tasted now. After all, it didn't matter if the food was or was not delicious. The sath did have a weakness for some sweets and corners of her moth slightly quirked up when she noticed a small packet with candies placed by her plate.

Opening it cautiously so not a single tiny, sweet bead didn't fall way, she popped few in mouth after she had finished her dinner. It was one of those little gestures Nathan did, never speaking of them, that they could have as well been done by a ghost. Finally pausing her reading for a longer moment, Issa cleaned up her plate and set to return to her room, unless someone interrupted.

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Early next morning, the ship exited hyperlane, still having few hours of flight worth to reach the planet-side. The crew gathered downstairs to eat breakfast, the captain and her right hand man quiet as always. Issa inquired if Radelle had managed to decipher any of the information and they discussed few other case related details. Today, sath wore a black top with more half-transparent lace than anything else and long, black coat. The pants that fit tightly on her legs were also black, with few belt accessories and pockets, while her feet were clad in black boots with belts as well. Her hair was perfect, not a single one out of place, as always. She didn't seem to be bothered by the fact a good deal of her cleavage was revealed, even if their guest ended up looking at it. Nathan, of course, did not.

"Are you well rested?" she inquired, turning her attention to Androw. It didn't seem she was set on small talk, but she would ask this much. If conversation didn't become more lively and died then, the crew would split up with Nathan and Issa moving on to inspect the physical evidence, until Issa had to go to cockpit to land the ship.