Gentry was watching as the crew was waking, making their way towards the galley where Corset was cooking. It smelled wonderful and as if on cue his stomach gave a demanding grumble from under his shirt. He shook his head to clear his thoughts of what breakfast might be waiting for him and stepped away from the helm a moment to fetch his compass. The top was flipped carefully open, the small contraption balanced in one palm while the other hand kept a firm hold on the old fashioned wooden wheel.
Perfect timing, soon after checking his coordinates the cabin door opened and Brash entered, she offered Gentry a nod of her head as she closed the door behind her and moved to the table to look over their scattered maps. "Status, Gentry?" She questioned and Gentry spouted off his usual speech of their bearings, location, and the estimated arrival time to their destination which was in this case Corset's home world. With the wheel locked into place Gentry left the helm to stand beside his captain as they went over the maps.
Eventually the charming gentleman's stomach got the better of him and the two shared a small laugh over the grumbling noises it made. "Alright, alright!" Brash remarked, grinning to the man who patted at his stomach to try and stifle it. "Let me finish my rounds and I'll come relieve you so you can get something to eat." So as not to keep her first mate waiting long the captain moved into the next room to check on her quartermaster.