[ It would actually be harder to ignore the port, engraving and the gel. Despite his personal insistence that he wasn't going to pay attention to shit here, Adrien couldn't help taking note and extrapolating a little from the evidence. 'Property of...' that was fairly ominous and went a few steps into explaining part of the man's reluctance to trust just about anyone; whether he was willing 'property' or unwilling.

For the time being, Adrien continued to hold his position, allowing Courser to work at making friends. The young tracker was quick to pick up on the game Andyr introduced and he gave a soft hiss of approval as he began to pounce with both paws. ]

As far as I know, no one owns the captains. [ He answered honestly. ] In fact, I'm not sure who they answer too, if anyone.

I'm afraid you're using terms that I can't speak too. Templates? Hapsburg?

[ He wasn't going to speak to the idea of Resistance, that stirred memories he was trying to bury at the moment. ]

Where ever you think you are, you are no longer in your world. Neither am I or anyone on this ship. The Ingress takes us from our dimensions and draws us here.

It's why the medical physical is mandatory. Anyone being brought here could bring a pathogen with them that could spread through the crew and kill. Also some people arrive with injuries or even near death and Medical has a short period in which to help bring them back from the brink.