Navarre sat down at the table with a cup in his hand. He kept a cabinet stocked with blood wine, since no one else aboard could stand the drink it. Okay." He took a deep drink from the cup, now wishing her had sat the bottle on the table. "So," He stared over his cup at the woman. "What exactly is a Hierarch and why do you think I am one?" "I was born and augmented to serve the Hierarch upon the moment of their return." She stated evenly. "Placed within a special stasis that can only be opened by the DNA patterns of the Hierarch. "You touched the casing." "So I did." Navarre nodded slowly. "But so did everyone aboard ship." "I additionally scanned your genetic code when you entered medley." She followed up quickly. "You are the Hierarch." "Okay. Say I am, or not. What would be your next objective in either line?" "If you were not, then I would start a search for the genetic match by back tracking all who touched the casing." She smiled faintly. "But I don't have to take that path, for you sit before me now. By objective is to protect and serve the Hierarch with all my abilities." "Brother." Navarre whispered as he raised the cup again. Another deep drink. "Okay. We play that for now until we figure this out." "We can't very well put the genie back into the bottle." Doctor Mala softly added with a weak smile. "No. I suppose not." Navarre stared at the woman for several moments in thought. "Okay; for now, get her a uniform. Confined to sickbay for the night." He glanced at the Doctor. "She's your responsibility." "I can do that." "And your name?" Navarre glanced back. "I have to register you as someone in the event we get hauled up for an inspection." "I am designated G-27." "Twenty seven?" Navarre blinked. "How many of you are there?" "I do not know." Okay." He shook his head slowly, already feeling the effects of the blood wine coursing through his bloodstream. "A name for Pandora here. if you will, Doctor." He slowly rose from the table. "I have dealt with enough for today." He glanced back. "Oh, there will be security restrictions until I get this figured out." "As should be, my Lord." "And now more My Lord stuff. Captain will do just fine." He then turned and headed groggily towards the door. "This is a screwed up ship." He muttered softly as he headed out of the dinning hall.