Tom heard the call for the crew of the Lothlorien - now the crew of the Normandy - to proceed to their ship, and he looked over towards it. An Ambassador-refit class. Certainly different than the New Orleans, even if it did seem to have more thought put into odd aesthetics than purpose.
Tom sighed, and then held his head high and began to make his way to the Normandy.
Tom sighed, and then held his head high and began to make his way to the Normandy.