Navarre had been so lost in thought that he failed to notice her until she was practically right next to the table. "What's up, Doc?" He stated casually as he glanced around. "I have a slight issue, Captain." She started, her expression one of concern and worry. "I know this is your decision to make regardless of my thoughts." "The situation with the Lancers?" She shifted nervously for a moment, hesitant to meet his gaze. "Yes sir." She finally put forth, growing uneasy under her questioning stare. "The Children." "Have a seat, Doc." He smiled with an understanding nod of agreement.