Fifteen people, technically thirteen seems she already knew Karine and had met Walter, thirteen other people to meet. That seemed like an awful lot less than what Onora expected. The crew number was quite small, but the skills gathered amongst them was rather extraordinary.

"Jacob Branson," Walter moved a hand from behind his back and gestured it to the dark haired man before them. He was currently drinking from a steaming mug, he swallowed quickly and stuck his hand out. A pleasant and friendly grin appeared on his face, "He is our Captain. Daniels, Chief Terraformist." Walter waved the hand to the short haired female by his side. By the fact that they were sitting close together, and conversing quietly, Onora didn't need to be told that they were together. The shared look and the way Jacob looked at her was evident enough, along with the fact that he wrapped an arm around her when she stood by his side.

"Welcome aboard," Jacob said with a smirk, he continued to drink from his mug. A little slower this time, as to not suddenly have the feeling to spit it out from the fact that he had burned his tongue.

"That was the worst pirate impression ever," Daniels laughed quietly and Jacob just shrugged with a disbelieving look. Shaking her head, she looked back to Onora, "It's good to meet you."

"Yeah likewise, terraforming and biology, I get the feeling we'll be working closely together." Onora said, which caused a smile to appear back on Daniels face. Feeling a tap to her shoulder, she looked to Walter, "See you later!" She waved a little awkwardly, he commenced walking away with her trailing after him. "They seem nice." From the little she had exchanged with them. Only because she didn't spend much time around people, didn't mean she didn't get a sense from them. Both seemed laid back and easy to get along with.

Walter looked to her with a small nod. "You are doing well." Walter said, Onora just sent him a blank look. He could sense her hesitant disposition. She may be trying to fob it off, but she wasn't doing too well a job to hide her worry from him. He was extra sensitive, or rather hyper vigilant. He had to be to look out and after those which were around him.

Onora's look lessened and she smiled softly at him. "Eleven down, hm?"

Walter's head tilted, "Counting down will make it worse."

"What if I said it was helping me cope?"

Walter shook his head, disagreeing with her. "No, I do not think so. Or rather, I don't think that actually works."

"And you'd know, because..." Onora trailed off with an expectant expression, Walter merely frowned and stopped walking to glance down at her. "Have you personally tried it?" Walter shook his head slowly, "Exactly, so you don't know if it works or not. Because you've not tried. Come on, Walter, who's next?" Onora merely turned and started off again, this place was bigger than it looked. The common room led onto a room which was clearly more designed for relaxation and leisure, a bigger television set, with any and all gadgets possible rigged up to it; evidently to attempt to keep those within sane by giving them numerous options to waste time with. A bar, seems they were all adults they could drink unless otherwise allergic or for other purposes. Comfier and larger settees and chairs were dotted around the room, and to one side was a window which took up the majority of the wall; so the occupants could see outside. Only, outside was cruel and teasing, seems it was still light out there.

"Tennessee, and Maggie Faris, pilot and drop ship pilot." Walter looked to the pilot partners sitting to one side at a table, they seemed to be having one of many rather childish disputes; which ended in Tennessee looking smugly proud of himself, while Faris smiled and shook her head despairingly.

"The newbie!" Was Tennessee's apparent option of greeting as he shot up from his chair and rounded in on Onora. She tensed a little and smiled politely, "When they said that there was going to be someone else, I couldn't help but laugh. Do you know how many times we've heard that since being here? Six. Six times, and all the while they'd been shoved off and out. Lucky bastards." Tennessee rambled and rubbed at his stubbled jaw with an envious look towards the window. "What I wouldn't give to be out there right now." He sounded wistful, clearly talking more to himself than anyone else.

Faris was more reserved, "Don't mind him," she jerked a thumb in her husband's direction. He shook his head and shot her a look, as to say please do pay me attention. "Biologist, right?" She had paid some attention to the meeting and announcement of one more coming along.

"Yeah, that would be right. Karine put my name forward."

Tennessee laughed at that, "Betcha real glad and thankful of that one, huh?"

Onora just nodded slowly with a grin. "Perhaps not what I was expecting, to be honest." By all means, refer her for a job, but did it have to still be one involving space?

Tennessee looked at her sceptically, "Not the travelling type?"

"That obvious?"

"Only if you climbed onto the table and shouted it out." He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded down at her. "You'll be fine. I am a very capable and able pilot."

"You sound like you're more trying to convince yourself of that, T, than reassure..."

"Onora."

"Onora, that you're a brilliant pilot." Faris couldn't help but scoff and just find herself despairing, all over again over her husband.

"Oh, well, hang on a minute-!"

"It was nice meeting you, Onora," Faris smiled again and sent a look to Walter. He simply nodded and placed a hand on Onora's shoulder and instructed her quietly away. Faris knew her husband well enough to spot when he was about to go off on a tirade about his skills behind the wheel, or controls of most vehicles.

"Are they always like that?" Onora asked Walter quietly when they were a small distance away.

He nodded, "Do you find them curious?" She nodded slowly, they were certainly curious. Walter smiled, "Their bickering tends to annoy the others. Some find it humorous, others, no."

"They get told to shut up a lot then?"

"Perhaps," Walter sounded thoughtful, "But mainly by one person in particular." Walter's gaze flitted about the room and landed on Karine, and Chris beside her. Onora looked over and then looked back to Walter, he just raised an eyebrow. "You have met Chris Oram before, yes?" Onora nodded, ages ago, yes. "Then we shall bypass-"

"Onora!" Karine called out, Walter, who is in the middle of turning, stopped and looked back at her dully.

"I was introducing her to the rest of the crew." Walter wasted no time in saying, hoping that they wouldn't be waylaid too much or too long.

Karine smiled and shook her head, "Sorry, Walter, are you okay to continue or do you want me to take over?"

"I am more than capable to continue. We are almost done." Walter stated frankly with a slight nod.

Karine just looked at him and then slowly back at Onora. She raised her eyebrows and smiled awkwardly, Onora just smiled back. Karine clearly believed that the introductions were going awfully from the way they both walked uncertainly side by side, going to each person or couple and speaking for a few moments before moving on. There'd probably be more interaction going if Karine was with Onora, but she didn't actually know that everything was going fine. As far as making her feel welcome, and playing the part of host, Walter was doing a brilliant job. Sure, he was sort of designed to do these things in part, but overlook that, and he was perhaps the lone one so far to have made her feel truly welcomed, and spent the most time talking to her.

"I don't believe we've met," Onora joked while Oram stood from his chair, a light smile was on his face. "Who are you?"

"Very funny," was his reply before shaking her hand and then bringing her in for a loose hug. "How have you been?" He asked while she stepped back and stood beside Walter again, he watched the familiar pleasant exchange with a thoughtful expression and narrowed eyes. They had clearly crossed paths more than once to have such familiarity. He would ask Onora, but it wasn't exactly his place, and he didn't feel curiosity to even push him to ask her.

"Well...confused, and a little shocked, really. I mean, thanks to your wife here, we're all going on a merry jaunt to space." Onora waved a hand at Karine and sent a glare her way, a totally mocking and playful one which she laughed over.

"I needed to ask for someone! All of their resources didn't check out, and some of mine didn't either." Karine explained while crossing her arms and shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"I was the last port of call? Oh lovely! Thanks for that." Onora continued to tease and joke.

"We all know you don't like space." Karine said blatantly with a smirk.

"Because anything that can and probably kill you, will out there. There's a reason why space is called a void, you know?"

Oram rolled his eyes, "Such optimism in our cause." Yet he wasn't being too serious on the matter as he still had a smile on his face.

Onora pouted and put a hand in the air, only to have it pushed back down. "May I suggest we finish introductions, before arguing like Tennessee and Faris?" Walter asked while looking down at Onora with a blank look. Oram and Karine just smiled, straight to business. The synthetic didn't seem like one for just slacking off, for the moment.

"I heard that!" Came Tennessee's voice from the background. The three humans laughed while the synthetic straightened up and just looked back to the pilot. "What? I did. Don't look at me like that, Walter. You're not the only one with good hearing around here!" And with that Tennessee simply lifted a bottle to his lips and commenced drinking with a frown on his face, yet again he didn't look at all serious on his little outburst either.

Walter blinked a few times before turning back to Onora, she covered her mouth to hide her grin. But he could very well hear the giggles still escaping her. "Shall we?" He asked while a gestured hand.

Onora just nodded, "Come along then, Walter. Let's get this over with, see you two later!" She waved at Karine and Oram before following after Walter again. Considering the slightly serious air in the room they just walked in on, and the faces of those gathered, Onora shifted a little to the side and almost came to hiding behind Walter. Everyone looked so serious here.

"Sergeants Dan Lope and Tom Hallett," Walter gestured to one man than the other, Onora hesitantly waved over. Neither seemed overly fussed about actually giving a verbal response, but they did look over to her and wave. Onora slowly waved back before looking to the others Walter gestured at. "Privates Ankor, Cole, Ledward and Rosenthal." They actually muttered varied hellos and greetings before turning back to each other and continuing their conversations. Walter looked down when he felt a tug on his sleeve, Onora was looking uncomfortable. Glancing back at the group, he turned and gently placed a hand to her arm and guided her elsewhere. "The security team are here to look out and after us, socialising isn't on their pay grade. Or something like that, I believe it was Cole who first said that."

Onora looked at him worriedly. "Are they always so serious though? Like...nothing is even here to go wrong, why look so on edge? There isn't anything here to go wrong and do serious damage to us, is there, Walter?" Onora asked him stopping in the new corridor they had appeared in and looked and sounded equally concerned.

He smiled lightly, as a way to reassure her growing nerves. She just looked to him with a small frown while her fingers twiddled nervously together. He watched her small digits intertwine for a few moments before sighing and shaking his head. "They do not need to be trained in how to use a weapon, nor do they exactly need to be tested to see if they are fit and able for this mission. It is their job to be either and both, for whatever is set in front of them. They see themselves as just wasting time being here so soon. Even though incubation and quarantine has been set for this amount of time for obvious reasons. Paid to watch everyone's backs, not paid to socialise."

"I won't be needing to be near them much will I?" Onora asked quietly after a few moments of silence had passed. His words sunk in and she remembered to log them in her memory. Walter frowned, he did quite a bit of that. As if it was the only way he could show he was thinking of a response. Slowly his eyes blinked and he reached forwards to stop her fingers from pinching and twisting together.

"You will harm yourself." He said, his fingers looping gently over hers to stop any further actions. Onora tensed a little from the action itself, Walter looked steadily up at her, "You will need to be near them, when you come to learn to fire a gun."

"But-"

"Everyone present, is having the same training. And they are here to supply it." Walter cut her off, explaining the situation bluntly and simply. Onora didn't question him anymore, she just nodded and looked back to her hands, which were still underneath one of his. "May I suggest dinner and an early night? You have a busy day tomorrow." His hand slid away, and she looked up as he turned on his heel and started to walk down the quiet corridor.

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(A/N: I was writing this yesterday. And intended to post it yesterday. But as I said in David's author's note, splinted fingers, nah...it didn't happen. Posted that up then it just went downhill so I return! That's all, bye now! xD)