[Less and less in all of this fuss, he finds himself wanting to pull away from the flight deck. It's less useful when the Moira is flying like this, but transports don't fix themselves. (Especially not after the last couple of months.)
Unfortunately, he can't do that all hours of the day. And lately, sacrificing sleep hasn't been much of an option. It's not unreasonable that he'd run into any of the new arrivals between the flight deck and his place in the barracks (in fact, that seems to happen far too often for logic).
But of all of them he's come across, few have looked quite so intense. Though focused on what, he can't really tell. The technology is nothing he recognizes, and of everything, that's the strangest part.]
You do know there's nothing out here?
[Unless there is? How could he have not noticed that?]
exploring!
Unfortunately, he can't do that all hours of the day. And lately, sacrificing sleep hasn't been much of an option. It's not unreasonable that he'd run into any of the new arrivals between the flight deck and his place in the barracks (in fact, that seems to happen far too often for logic).
But of all of them he's come across, few have looked quite so intense. Though focused on what, he can't really tell. The technology is nothing he recognizes, and of everything, that's the strangest part.]
You do know there's nothing out here?
[
Unless there is? How could he have not noticed that?]