Rhade let that sink in for a few seconds. He was rooming with Tyr Anasazi. Someone either messed up or had a very sick sense of humor. Honestly wondering whether it was worth starting a brawl and get thrown in the brig for a couple days for some peace and quiet, in the end, Telemachus walked into his assigned quarters, and hoped that Tyr didn't remember that it was him who was responsible for arresting him. Cause that would go over so well.

All this made him need a drink. He definitely needed alcohol to deal with Tyr. Going over to the replicator, Rhade ordered some brandy, and waited.