If Missy went looking for Fives in his cabin, even in the first couple of days when he was avoiding Nico in Jedao's, she would have found it empty, with the door unlocked and prone to simply slide open at a touch, to show a bare metal barracks room full of bare metal bunks and bare metal lockers, with an equally bare metal locker room with what she might recognize as sonic fixtures. The only sign of anyone ever having been there at all is row upon row of words in a script from no planet in her universe, done in deep blue paint with a neat, steady hand. There's no sign of Fives, or anyone else, living there at all, though.

Where he can be found, though, by pure happenstance, is sunk into one of the chairs in the library, with a stack of books next to him and one open in his lap, looking... somewhat less than alert as he reads what's apparently a text on the various tactics and strategies of space to surface warfare. The books stacked beside him are an eclectic mix of military history, mechanical and electrical engineering, politics and government... and a couple of very out of place looking books on farming.

He looks more than a little bleary when he first looks up from his book, but he blinks a few times and manages some degree of focus after a few seconds. He's haggard and hollow-eyed, his skin grey with exhaustion and pain, though his expression is blankly neutral.

"A colony after a war, more like. Or maybe during the war, still, but as far away from it as possible." Or many colonies. Those are Jedao's plans, he understands those things, but Fives is trying to.