[Almost annoyed, and of course, Giovanni picks up on it, expresses his uncertainty with a disconcertingly canine tilt of the head. He can't quite pinpoint the cause of his superior's irritation - had his answer been too flippant? Should he have avoided talk of escape? Is he displeased with his lack of piloting ability? - and it bothers him, the thought that he's said something wrong scraping like nails along his Spine. Just another facet of his conditioning then, the overwhelming desire to please.

But of course, he makes no mention of it, doesn't ask questions, only gives a nod as curt as the other man's words when he's given his instructions.]

Yes, Sir.

[And he'll turn, then, slink off into the dark recesses of the ship. It'll take him a little while, his search thorough, relying on his heightened senses and what knowledge he has of vessels such as this in order to determine any anomalies-- but the fact is, if there's anything amiss, anything here that ought not to be, it exists outside of his abilities to assess. At least, as of yet. The ship is dark and quiet aside from the baseline thrum of machinery, there are no unusual scents to detect. Everything looks the way it ought to.

And so eventually, he returns. Stands straight and still in the doorway as he gives his report.]

Nothing out of the ordinary, Sir. We're quite alone on this ship, and as far as I'm able to determine, everything appears to be in good order.