Urien's smiling face froze for a fraction of a second before resuming its jovial lie. He dipped his body in a slight bow of deference, but biting back a string of retorts that could start a series of international . . 'incidents'. He satisfied his spite by passing by Eirene with a sardonic smile on his face, and uttering a sentence only she could hear.
Without lagging to hear her reply, he left the bucket and the mop to follow after the Admiral, taking mental notes of places that he could crawl into the ventilation systems, or simply hidden alcoves, nooks and crannies to hide behind. The more of the ship he was introduced to, the less he was impressed by it, although he didn't have a good opinion in the first place. As soon as the Admiral left, his entire demeanor shifted. Gone was the smile and the slight hop on his feet, replaced by a furrowed brow and a slightly bored expression on his face, and a slight slouch of his shoulders.
"This ship is a bloody mess." He said, with as much vitriolic honesty he could muster, kicking at the broken droid. He didn't have much time to add onto his list of complaints before another Bwap appeared with music, jingle, a merchant's smile and an eager waddle. Proclaiming itself to be Rachando, Urien quickly placed his 'mask' back, smiling and standing up straighter, mimicking the merchant's energy.
"Oh good, shopping. Spending money. Yay." He said sarcastically, walking down to peer at the merchant's catalogue. "Look, before anyone places an order - Do you have a cleaning droid, and what is the best model that money can buy?"
His words were followed by the curious mewing of Astrid, her tail flicking coyly as she sniffed the air/rafts for anything edible.