[It's a rare thing indeed for Julian to make a good decision about anything, but the gruff air of command in the other man's voice had certainly gone some way towards helping him feign good behaviour in this particular instance. Fjord steps back, and Julian lets out a dramatic sigh, throws one hand up over his forehead in an overblown display of deepest disappointment. Look-- it's a sad thing to see the filthy look that had graced Fjord's face melt away into gentleness.

Nonetheless, Julian straightens, recovers a touch of his poise as he finally peels away from the railing.]

Oh, I have no idea. Perfectly trustworthy, me.

[He flashes a smile that conveys quite the opposite just as the virtual ship flickers off around them, leaves them standing in the relatively blank interior of the VR pod. Julian blinks, a touch startled, then lets out a self-depreciating laugh.]

Seems like it, doesn't it? I quite forgot where we were for a moment there.