"So, here we are-"

"Please, don't do a speech." Daniels quite quickly cut off the soundings, and beginnings of a speech from coming out of her other half's mouth. The fact that the noise in the bridge had dulled down seemed to Jacob to be the opportune moment to try and come out with something motivational. Daniels, however, had other ideas. No one present needed to listen to Jacob rambling on awkwardly in an alcohol fuelled stupor. Stupor was pushing it, he wasn't nearly that bad, just slightly away with the fairies was all. But most in the room, obviously minus Walter and Onora, were a bit tipsy. 

Back in the base, there was always rules and regulations to follow. Though some may have been stricter than others, and though yes, there was a bar with an ample alcohol stash, it was pushed on them not to get half cut whenever and where ever possible. It didn't stop all, but for the most part, getting drunk was avoided.

In fact, becoming drunk on a spaceship didn't seem at all wise. There were more dangers here, or rather, more things that could drunkenly be tampered with and do harm to whoever...

"Come on..." Jacob grinned back down at Daniels, she rolled her eyes with a smile. "We're all here!"

"As opposed to where?" Was Tennessee's slightly slurred sounding question from his position in the pilots seat. He was reclining back, having got quite comfortable with a bottle waylaid to him and him alone. 

Jacob opened his mouth to answer, only to shut it and shrug loosely. "I don't know," he mumbled away seconds later, and took a sip of his drink. 

His ability, or rather lack thereof to capitalise on a moment to possibly hash out a speech, was rather quickly forgotten. Rather, the fact that the moment even almost appeared was speedily washed aside with the appearance of new, full bottles of alcohol. Honestly, they were all surprised as the next person; why on earth there was so much alcohol was beyond any of them. Were the people in charge expecting them to relate and turn to alcohol often?

The bleakness of space, and the never changing atmosphere onboard could be enough to drive someone insane. Let alone insane with drink. Or in fact; insane when the drink ran out. 

As partial bystander, or one half of the bystander pair, Walter just stood by, tilting his head now and again trying to figure out if what was going on was something serious, or could be considered a drinking game. Honestly, he didn't know. He did glance at Onora for some sort of clue in, but all he got was her sighing and shaking her head as she drunk slowly from her glass. This happened a few times, at one point her face scrunched up and she pushed the glass aside before Walter picked it up and sniffed at the content. 

He wondered why she'd suddenly turn so sour looking over the dark liquid, until he leaned his head back from the glass and looked around. "Excuse me," he had said while getting Hallett's attention, the tall rather robust blonde looked confused as to why the synthetic was even addressing him. "You picked up the wrong glass." Walter had explained as simply as ever as he stared the security officer in the eye.

Hallett had left the bridge, ditching his glass next to Onora's as he left. Having moved around the room herself and Walter were now situated more to one side near one of two doors which lead out of the room. Easy mistake to make, and all that. 

"Consider yourself excused, Walter." Hallett looked down at the glass in his hand before exchanging it with the one Walter was offering to him. "No hard feelings?" The correct glass now in Hallett's hand clinked against the one in Walter's. 

He narrowed his eyes a fraction, tilting his head as he straightened back up and passed the glass to Onora. She awkwardly smiled, more than aware to the fact that most, if not all had turned to watch the exchange. Ankor for one looked close to crying for keeping his laughter in, beside him Tennessee didn't help by sniggering behind his hand. 

It was a little amusing to them to watch the ever calm, blank faced synthetic go up against the taller, bearded, slightly unapproachable looking Hallett; he wasn't all bad, like most of the security team, he looked the part. 

"Why don't you drink?" This was Rosenthal, leaning against the table and looking intently at Onora. It was a question which no one had actually asked. 

"I...can't." Onora swirled the content of her glass around, creating a small whirlpool. "Allergic."

"No shit?" Tennessee sounded both shocked and overall dumbfounded. "I thought allergies were a thing of the past now?" He defended, shielding himself from another possible hit to shoulder by his wife. Faris for one found his earlier outburst just rude. 

"Last time I checked...yeah, allergies are still around. Can't totally rework a person's insides just yet." Onora said awkwardly while fidgeting in her seat and sipping at her drink. She didn't quite like being the centre of a question and answer session. 

A quiet, yet thoughtful silence enveloped the bridge then. "So, here we are. Took us a while, and apologies, Walter and Onora, for being the only two to having to pander to us hungover lot tomorrow." Jacob said from a relaxed position, taking up two seats as his legs stretched across one. 

"If it makes it any better, I make a mean fry up and coffee." Onora offered with a smile. 

"Now you're talking," Jacob grinned and nestled more into his seat with a content sigh. 

"Was that the intended speech?" Daniels couldn't help but ask. With the way he stood all serious and demanding attention earlier, she couldn't help but feel...anticlimactic. 

Jacob cracked open an eye, "No. I forgot what I wanted to say," he admitted earning laughs from everyone around the room. "If you didn't cut me off when I was in the moment, you all would've been subjected to the best speech ever."

"That's some high regard for your speech giving," Daniels said with a wry grin. Jacob just smirked and wagged a finger her way, though his eyes were now shut and he was seemingly passing out in the chair. She rolled her eyes and pushed his legs off the chair, thus making the rest of him fall too because of the momentum. Jacob fell heavily to floor, his face peeking up and over the table with wide dark eyes and a confused face as everyone seemed to take his moment of embarrassment seriously. Not, most were laughing over their Captain, unless you were security and then it was just a smirk and a shake of the head. 

Considering the state of him, and the fact that he seemed to have drunk himself under the table, it was agreed to call it a night, or morning. Time right now was blurred. There was no real concept of night when outside, all they could see was blackness broken up by white stars and flares from any satellites and the sun, still a great distance off but bright and easily seen nonetheless.

Arm in arm, in some cases, everyone eventually piled out of the room, Walter watched them curiously go. Especially if there was wall hugging involved, as if the wall was going to help them get along the corridor and to their rooms. It wasn't. Sure, it would keep them standing. But that was it. 

He sighed and shook his head, it was a mystery to him really why anyone would want to inflict that on themselves. An utter mystery. He reached out with a hand to pick up a bottle, only to have his wrist held onto gently. He frowned to the side at Onora. She still sat in her chair, cross legged yet shaking her head at him. "What is it?"

"Do not clean up after them, this," she pointed around at the glasses and bottles. Well, those which hadn't been taken back. "Is their mess. Not yours."

"I am to keep the ship-"

"Nah, no, no," Onora stood and shook a finger at him as she did so. Walter looked down at her, now more confused than ever. "Keep the ship in tip-top condition, which you've done before we came here, Walter. Now that we are here, we can help. This is their mess, let them clean it."

"You are most unsympathetic." Walter said while she shuffled to the door with her glass in her hand. 

She shrugged, "No one forced them to drink." She smiled and nodded her head. Walter stepped forward and quietly padded after her. "If I'm making a mass fry up, the least they can do is clean this shit up." Onora explained with a smile. Walter just seemed to frown more, "You don't agree." She rolled her eyes, of course he wouldn't. He was built to be helpful and sympathising, amongst other things. 

"They'll regret doing so come tomorrow." Walter said, tucking his arms behind his back. Onora looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You have to go through safety procedures. Protocols, in case anything happens when in transit."

Onora let out a quiet laugh. "Oh...oh, that is going to go down like a lead balloon." She ran a hand through her hair with another laugh. Her laugh though did peter off into a yawn, Walter stopped in the corridor and she stopped too, looking perplexed by the sudden ceasing of walking. 

"Have a good sleep."

Onora raised an eyebrow, reaching out, she grabbed onto his sleeve and tugged him. Walter was a hard person to budge. He was not moved at all. In fact, he just looked at her strangely. "You're not walking the ship, or going back to clean like some maid while everyone rests and whatever." She said, she tried to pull him again and he just looked at her thoughtfully. "Come with me," Onora said quietly. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd been in a bedroom she got assigned to. Walter seemed to think over the proposition before walking on again. Onora smiled and patted his arm. She always thought Walter was lonely whenever they rested in the base.  Just sitting without anything to do. Waiting for the first person to arise to socialise with them. 

"They will know."

"Walter, I think they're already pretty suspicious." Onora said simply. Considering they were usually always together, both back on earth and so far here, she was rather sure people suspected something. 

Walter looked at her, "Questions may arise."

Onora shrugged, "Obviously. But nothing untoward is happening." She said quietly with an awkward expression. She realised people would speculate, but no, nothing was happening that went past kissing and being enclosed in his arms most times. Her eyes widened and she turned into her room rather speedily, hearing the door close behind her as she took to finding a change of clothes to sleep in before diverting into the small bathroom. 

Walter just watched her before sitting down on the window seat again. He leaned back and looked out the window. Tilting his head he watched Onora walk over and climb into bed, she settled and patted the space beside her. 

Quietly, he stood and moved over. Onora rolled her eyes and moved the duvet aside. He seemed to wish to lay on top of it. She liked to cocoon in her sleep, she wouldn't be able to do it with him on the cover, seems he is not one for moving. 

Walter slid in silently, kicking his shoes off as he went. He laid and turned on his side and looked down at her. She nestled against the pillow, half her face hidden against it as she opened an eye and smiled at him. Reaching up, she placed a hand against his cheek, her thumb lightly stroking him, and the hand remained there as Walter watched her drift off to sleep.