It was a slightly strange concept to Walter, to sit and not do anything. Since he first departed the crew, he had had lots of little tasks to do, even some major tasks; and he had completed them all to the fullest of his abilities. But now, sitting still in Onora's room, her asleep in his lap, for the first real time Walter realised he was without a task to do. He sat silent and still, like some sort of sentinel as she slept peacefully against him. If what she said was true, if her fear for the outside, for the space which would soon, and is now surrounding them, he knew well enough that that could cut into sleep; it could cut into and ruin how she acted in general. Panic, fear, apprehension, anything and everything like that had a way to unsettle the brain. Not that Walter could speak from experience, but he had enough medical knowledge packed into his version of a brain to know.

With a sigh he leaned his head back against the wall and shut his eyes. Honestly, if he sat like this with his eyes shut, he could almost...almost, pretend, if he had the ability for imagination. He could easily sit and almost picture what it would be like, if they were like the other couples. That made Walter open his eyes with a frown now on his face. Like the other couples? Were they like the other couples? Were they still even together? Did either of them even ask the other, isn't that how people initiated relationships? Walter's mind seemed to have started with one thing and gone off on a tangent. The whole point of the original thought was that if he sat still, eyes shut and holding her, he could've quite possibly imagined how content and comfortable it would be to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.

Not that he wasn't content with her in his arms, and him wide awake, or anything. Tilting his head, he looked to the window. Blackness and white pin pricked stars just looked back at him. He could understand her hesitance. There was a great unknown out there, and they were heading straight for it. But whatever the case, Walter would do his utmost to protect her, just like he would with the rest of the crew. They were all, in part, his responsibility.

Walter's head tilted and turned quickly to the door when there was a knock. He frowned and looked downwards, Onora was out for the count, or however the saying went. Her hands still clung to his hooded top, legs curled up and head against his shoulder. She was deeply asleep and he didn't wish to wake her for the sake of answering her door. Not only that, wouldn't it look a bit bizarre? Him opening her door, whoever on the other side expecting Onora, but instead getting him? Walter frowned, when did he seem to care so much? He already presumed on some occasion or another one member of the crew, if not more, had joked at his expense. Not having a real sense of humour, it was and would be lost on Walter. Which really, made him a bit of an easy target.

Walter sighed, he swung his legs over the seat and stood. Onora shifted a little in his arms, not before settling again and getting laid down on her bed. She rolled onto her back and sighed sleepily, Walter looked at her for a few moments before his eyes flicked back to the door. It had been knocked against again, and he walked silently forwards.

Looking to the control pad by the doorframe, Walter reached out and pushed the button. The door slid open with a lifeless swish, Daniels stood on the other side. She was half-turned, clearly she was about to turn and leave, having not got an answer. She looked at Walter with a small smile, he tilted his head to the side and looked down at her with his arms behind his back.

"Walter," Daniels smiled and nodded her head at him gently.

"Daniels," Walter replied back with a similar polite tone.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair before nodding over his shoulder. "Jake wants to celebrate the official move in," she said with a roll of her eyes. Clearly, that showed how serious she was taking this moment. Her slightly sarcastic tone did little to really make Walter believe that there was anything serious about this moment. "And he left rounding everyone up to me." Daniels shook her head, why he shirked the task to her she didn't know. He had said something about her being able to persuade anyone who decided against it. She didn't quite know what that said about her really, she didn't question it as she commenced knocking on doors.

"So, you wish for Onora?"

"And you," Daniels stated while crossing her arms. "You're invited to this too, Walter. Like you're being left out," she despaired really. Others may treat any synthetic like a tool, a servant, but Walter was seriously treated like any other person, he was part of the crew.

His eyes widened a little at that before he looked over his shoulder and then back at Daniels. "I shall wake Onora then."

"Oh, no, Walter-!" Daniels was shaking her hands in the air in an effort to discourage the android, but he was already pacing over to the bed and kneeling down. Daniels could see and watch as he carefully, almost lovingly placed a hand on her shoulder and ran it to her hand. She couldn't hear what he was quietly saying to her, but it seemed to be working as Onora yawned and stretched. Honestly, Daniels felt a little guilty for waking the biologist up. Or, at least, making Walter feel like he had little to no choice but to wake her. Truthfully, Daniels doubted very much whether Onora would even miss anything.

Bad space food, possible cheap liquor; not that Onora drunk alcohol it seemed. Any chance to have a possible attempt at a celebratory moment, of course Jake would be there. As serious as he could be, he was also quite adept at joking about. It was actually a bit of a shock really that Oram seemed to agree with this. Suppose it was one way to officially christen this ship as home. But the one man who seemed so up for rules to suddenly want to humour this sign of slacking was truly something.

Rubbing her eyes and sitting up Onora looked to the door, "Hey."

"Hey," Daniels replied with a wave. She stepped back as Onora eventually walked her way, tugging her canvas shoes on instead of boots.

"What's this get together then?" Onora stepped to the side as Walter exited her room too and stood by her side.

Daniels looked between the pair before setting off. She was perhaps the only one of the crew to know, or realise that these two were close, really quite close. Not that she judged or commented. "For some reason, Jake has it in his head that to make this place officially ours, that we should just all sit, eat, drink, generally the same stuff we did back at base. I know, I know, same shit different day." Daniels smirked when Onora double took and frowned with a smile her way while she was talking.

"It's just an excuse to eat and drink, isn't it?" Onora laughed as she tucked her hands into her pockets.

"Yeah...pretty much," Daniels tried to sound serious while nodding her head solemnly, only to grin and let out a laugh as they made their way towards the bridge. Despite it being a small, dark room. It seemed apt to be there, seems it was where most of the activity would happen when everyone was up and about and setting to tasks which were set for them.

"Isn't that just a regular meal?" Was Walter's musings as he looked between the women with a frown. They walked either side of him and leaned past to glance at each other before looking at him and shaking their heads. He let out a low thoughtful sound as he mused over this. He didn't think he'd ever truly understand people, even more so as they walked onto the bridge and music was playing. Walter tilted his head and looked around, everyone was gathered around the small room, smiling and laughing. It really was a hub of activity in here, someone had clearly helped themselves to the wireless speaker system which basically ran all around the ship, it was actually usually what Mother spoke through, but for the moment the AI was silent. Walter couldn't help but side eye a computer as they passed, he half thought whether someone had disengaged the ever lurking presence, they hadn't, but he couldn't help but check. It took quite a bit of time to get it, her, up and running and to the point where she was efficient and self thinking - as much as can be - and didn't need total inputs from Walter. The thought of rerouting Mother, was enough to give Walter a metaphorical headache.

Regardless of this, and of the fact that others were having drinks way too near fragile, delicate pieces of machinery and keyboards, Walter took a glass when it was given to him by Tennessee and looked at the content with a raised eyebrow.

Hearing a laugh, he looked to Onora. "You don't have to drink it, Walter." She whispered to him while suddenly having a bottle of soft drink shoved in her hands. Tennessee sent her a knowing look and a grin before shuffling off. He seemed to be playing the part of drink host, or just someone who dished out the drinks and made sure everyone had something, in some form.

Walter looked around and then at her, he shook his head. "It is nice to be included." He held the cup up and looked it over.

"Can't beat them, join them." Was Onora's reply as she lifted her bottle and clinked it against the cup. Walter blinked and then looked at her, she smiled and bought the bottle to her lips before taking a swig. Looking back at his cup, Walter drunk from it. It wouldn't get him drunk, nor merry, the affects of food and drink were completely lost on him, yet he would look the odd one out if he didn't take part in the celebration of christening this place as home. Honestly, Walter didn't even know the meaning of this gathering anymore, it really did just seem like an excuse to sit, drink, eat whatever food someone had attempted to make in the kitchen, and relax. Walter supposed really they did deserve it, training had been hard, harder more so for some than others. Secluded from the outside, stuck with only each other as company, abiding by rules in the base...but now, there weren't exactly any rules here, other than the obvious rules which abided to health and safety - drinking copious amounts of alcohol not withstanding - so why not? Just why not cut loose, if only for the evening before getting down to business tomorrow?