Grumbling to himself Laphisto had spent all day in the belly of the Agenda, chasing down one issue after another as they were discovered. By this time he had worked his way from bow to stern ending up near the middle of the ship by now.
When he was seen in passing either an open access port, a leg or his tail would be seen hanging in the hall way, or from the roof. The Agenda was a very old ship, and most of its systems were several thousand years out dated. And hadent been looked at, either at all or properly.
Raising a brow as a system seems to pull his attention away he would grunt pulling himself further into the maintenance tunnel