As a place to spend time in silence, the observation deck served its purpose excellently. There was a constantant low monotonous humm, evidence of the ship's inner workings and its travel through space, and otherwise, it was perfectly still.

And though it was publicly available, Mycroft found it an acceptable replacement for the Diogenes Club.

He noticed someone approach, but found it comfortably unneccesary to make a remark. He simply nodded, acknowledged the other's presence, not looking away from the stars.