probably the last thing Fordo was expecting that night was a small Commander Class tubby climbing into his pod in the middle of the night. the only was he had realised another body joined his own was when freezing cold feet pressed against his legs and a small cold body pressed up to his side, leeching the warmth right out of him. He could barely see in the dark pod, but he could make out their small face, pressed into his chest, shaking softly. "…Vod'ika? the hell are you doing, why are you in my pod?" he murmurs softly. pulling the kid up like a loth-cat, hands under the kids arms, holding them up in the air a little above his chest, laying on his back, staring up at the kid "…did something happen?" he asks, holding the kid up much to the kids anger, who tried to kick him in the side or chest, but they where just to damn small.