She knows where the bunks are.

When he wakes up, though, he'll want to talk to the Gormak.

The Gormak is wrestling Khem Val in the cargo hold.

...he can wait.

Probably a good idea.

Soon enough, they're done. <"Mm. Small not-Voss. What you wish?">

"Hello. I'm—actually I wanted to know more about shamans. If you don't mind."

They grunt. <"You not Gormak. Is not for you.">

"I know, I just want to understand it a bit better. Purely academic interest."

<"Pfeh.">

"I promise I'll not try to actually use it."

<"Hrmn. Without use, there is no purpose.">

"...not curiosity?"

<"Voss foolishness.">

"Your... entire species lacks 'curiosity'?"

<"Distraction. Extraneous.">

Sigh. "Okay. Thank you for your time."

He goes looking for Occlus.

In the common area.

He stops at a respectful distance. "Excuse me, Lord Occlus?"

"Yes?"

"...would you have me as your apprentice?"

"...Might I ask why you are asking this?"

"...I'm good with the Force. I've always been. But the Jedi are—they're all about abstaining and not feeling anything and being a tool and I don't want that, that's not what life is. And the Voss and the Gormak are almost just as bad. You, though, it's... I mean, I don't exactly like all the murdering going about but I'm hopeful that'll be less common without the ghosts and maybe I'm hoping a little bit I'll exert an influence there but mostly it's just—you do what you want and you're allowed to feel things and have things and I want that. I want to want."

"I am still engaged in the process of killing a Council member. If you join me and I fail, you will either be conscripted or executed."

"...I understand."

"I expect any apprentice of mine to take my causes and follow my orders. In public, you would show proper respect. Any disagreements or concerns would be voiced in private."