If he were honest with himself, Julian might have acknowledged that he was returning to the observation deck as much out of a hope that he'd bump into Commander Shepard again as a desire to watch the stars. But as he was not being entirely so, he lingered in the doorway until his eyes adjusted, looking around the area curiously. There was someone sitting at the little table, though the benches were empty. His first thought-- to stay out of his fellow kidnappee's way and let him or her think in peace and quiet-- was quickly swept away by recognition.

He didn't mean, precisely, to blurt out "Lwaxana?" in such an incredulous tone. But, well. To be fair, he'd assumed he was unlikely to run into people he knew aboard the Proserpina. She's gone and proved him quite wrong!