The pair walked together out of the bar and towards Dead Orbit's grounds. Bramen kept enough distance as Dorian stepped over to them, the Awoken allowing the man at least some privacy, out of respect for the faction. Though the ideals of Dead Orbit were a little bleak overall, they were the only faction that was populated mostly by Awoken. That was part of the appeal Bramen felt towards them, to be among his own people. It would be nice to feel that again - but for now, he'd remain on the outskirts. He glanced over to the leader of the faction and Dorian conversing, a piece of him curious about what they were discussing. Another part knew it was none of his business, however. The Warlock had been right though - the chat lasted no more than a minute or two before the man was back at the Hunter's side.

"All finished?" he asked, taking his ghost out again, the robot a little more lively and awake this time. It bounced a little above Bramen's hand, its single lens glowing a faint gold and then turning to a brighter green. The shutter across the front blinked twice before it projected its display, Bramen's fingers moving to touch the options to call for hip ship and to set the coordinates. The Ghosts had so many uses, it certainly made coordinating all of these things easier.

"We'll be transported into orbit in about two minutes, unless there's something else you need?"