Snart liked the mess hall as a place to observe as well, watching the crew's comings and goings, noticing the new arrivals, and noting who had gone, never to return. His place of choice was more secluded, back to the wall, usually sipping on something cold.

Today, however, he could see someone else watching just as closely as he; this older man, nothing out of the ordinary, except for the way his eyes tracked everyone coming and going the same way that Len's did. After watching for a short time, he pushed away from the wall and out of the shadows, striding casually over to the man's table to slide into the seat across from him.

"Seeing anything interesting?"