[the ship itself is no mean feat of engineering, and it's impressive, Mycroft taking it all in as he follows where they're being led. his barometer for ships is lower than Douglas, more room to be amazed, but even so, this is no ordinary ship. it would draw praise from nearly everyone he knows - and he's glad his brother isn't here, to start trying to analyze every angle or dismiss it all as not within his purview. funny, the moments when you miss someone.

but that voice is the same as the one over the messages, even if they weren't led straight to him. and Mycroft does the same - a bow of the head, before taking the invitation. something in him reminds Mycroft of how it feels to sit across from the Queen. someone who is simply used to having their every word adhered to, and not contradicted.]

Moon Supreme. Thank you for your generous invitation. I am Mycroft Holmes, and this is my colleague, Cyrus Douglas. We are grateful for your hospitality.

[he resists the urge to look at Douglas and see his reaction to that introduction - that was the one thing he hadn't cleared with the other man before showing up.]