Manabu filed into the repair dock - unobtrusively, as was his wont - flexing his right hand and recalling how only recently it'd had a hole through it. It was as an aside to his considering the steps that had brought him to the Star Fortress, watching the freshly (and barely) repaired Eucharis awaiting, in all her glory, to be filled with her crew.
Having little money and less desire to spend it, Manabu used his leisure time on the fortress in quiet reflection. Which was to say, getting his hand taken care of at the medical facilities and then wandering about, people-watching: sometimes his fellow crew, sometimes not. Just nice to enjoy the universe for what it is, occasionally!
Eventually, he joined the few crewmembers meeting the Taisa near their ship. Manabu bowed, reverently. "Taisa," he began, before offering a bow and respectful nod to both Takeyu and Sune. "I hope the morning finds all of you well." He gestured casually to the Eucharis, turning to face her. "Beautiful." He added with a happy smile: "Looks ready for anything, doesn't she?"