"The deeper we are into our journey, the longer it takes for transmissions to make it back to base. As long as communications aren't disrupted, distorted, or not received; something that is sent now, should get back to Earth, and or back to the nearest space station within a year. From there it can be forwarded on to whoever it may concern." Walter explained, though the group around him looked fit to collapsing. None of them looked too fit and healthy this morning. Most still looked half asleep, and those which weren't leaning on their hands to keep their heads up, then they looked pale and withdrawn completely.

It didn't help, of course, that Mother had been programmed previously with this meeting. Meaning, even though everyone clearly got a bit too drunk, stayed up late, and presumably didn't get any sleep till late, she was still going to put out an alarm to wake everyone up regardless. Even if the evenings celebrations didn't happen, they'd still get woken.

The slightly high pitched alarm was a nightmare to listen to, for everyone. Drunk, semi-sober and drowsy alike. Onora's reaction was to hide her head in a pillow, wrapping it around her head as she buried her face against Walter's chest. So, he dreaded to think what everyone else's reactions were.

Either way, he managed to pry the pillow away slightly and look at her tightly shut eyed expression. She clearly felt the motion and looked at him, rather simply he had stated: "Rise and shine," which, in all honesty, Onora didn't know if he was trying to be ironically, annoyingly, funny...but he was regardless.

After a smile being sent his way, and her coming out of the pillow cocoon, she kissed his cheek and sprung up to go get ready. Walter knew for sure others would not be as lively as her this morning to get to this meeting. The alarm continued on for a few more moments, but by then Walter was already in the bridge, standing at one end of the large holotable, waiting for the rest of the crew to appear.

He shouldn't have been surprised really that Onora was the first one to appear. Somewhere along in her journey she had got a drink, a steaming mug in her hand as she shuffled on in. She looked around confused, "I don't mean to look eager here," she had said while holding a hand up, Walter just looked at her simply as she shuffled over and sat down in the chair beside him. "You might as well sit, Walter, you could be waiting a while."

And she was right. It took a further forty minutes, to maybe an hour for everyone else to slowly crawl - not literally, though the pace was slow - into the bridge. Walter looked alert, whereas everyone sort of grumbled and shot looks his way. As if the alarm thing was his fault, and his idea. Actually, no. It was customary, it was a must for crew members to know simple protocols in case something went wrong.

Sure, they were told specific things back in the base. But some things were better off taught and told about when actually onboard, in the ship...just like now. Though, how much of what Walter was saying was actually going in and being remembered, he didn't know. Onora looked about one of few who were with it enough to register the seriousness of some of his words.

Like this transmission thing. If something went wrong, no help would come. They'd be on their own, and they'd be expected to sort whatever the problem was, on their own. The problem would be logged, it could be reported back, but if it took years to receive, it'd be way too late.

"Is that all, Walter? Because if I remember rightly...I do remember a promise of breakfast." Jacob asked quietly, voice sounding rough as he kept his head propped up by his fist against his cheek. He looked towards the synthetic, though 'look' could be an interesting choice of words seems his eyes were barely open. Two dark slits just sort of blankly looking in Walter's general direction.

Onora laughed quietly under her breath, "I suppose it is only fair that you continue after everyone has eaten, Walter." She pushed herself back with a smile sent his way. Productivity would surely be better? Or rather, attention spans would be better for sure. She stood up, grabbed her mug and started to walk away.

"Need help?" Daniels turned in her seat and looked up at the biologist as she passed. Onora got the subtle undertones of: 'I am helping, whether needed or not.' She smiled and nodded and Daniels basically, more or less, leaped out of her chair and followed. The silence which was in the room they left behind just had both females awkwardly looking at each other. Eventually they both burst out laughing, they could definitely pity those left back in there.

Could easily imagine it, everyone sitting around hungover, feeling incredibly sorry for themselves, hoping for an easy day. And Walter. Steadfast, stern faced Walter. Standing there, hands still by his sides, looking over each of them, wanting nothing more than to finish this protocol talk and then be on his way. By going to make the promised breakfast, the whole experience was being dragged out.

In all honesty, Jacob probably threw out the suggestion of breaking for food in hopes that they could all go, and then meet back up later on in the day...when everyone's heads weren't splitting, feeling like their in a vice; but no, Walter seemingly just shot this down with one look.

"Is it good being back?" Daniels asked, Onora paused in heating up a pan and looked at her confusedly. "Walter."

Her eyes widened, "Oh..."

"Don't worry! He hasn't said anything, just...I think out of everyone, you were definitely the one he would've looked forward to seeing the most." Daniels said, waving a casual hand in the air as she sought to finding enough plates for everyone. "It is strange finally being here though, isn't it?" She flicked her dark eyes up to Onora who was busying around finding the food needed for the promised breakfast.

"I missed him too," Onora said quietly, Daniels looked up from finding the packet which held precious coffee within. It looked like everyone needed some caffeine in their lives right now. Coffee, fry up, tried and true way to recover from a hangover. "And it is odd. Very odd. I quite like this ship though, it feels strangely more homely than the base did. Felt way too much like a specimen in a zoo, or museum." Onora said, now frying away and minutely aware to Daniels pausing by her side to help her plate up the food when it was ready. "Think they've all passed out again in there yet?" Onora smiled, the mental image of that was quite amusing.

Daniels let out a little laugh, shaking her head she raked a hand through her short hair before nodding. "That's if they're not being kept awake." She commented and helped her carry the plates back through to the awaiting crew.

Jacob was perhaps the first to perk up, as if the coffee and plate of food, all of which was being expertly carried on a layered trolley and on trays, had already hit his internal systems and he was feeling the affects of good food and drink.

Onora gave Walter a sad smile, he didn't look happy, though to be honest, unless a smile was sent his way, he never looked happy. He just blankly watched everyone sit and eat, minimal chatter was happening, none of which involved anything which had been sent their way by the synthetic. It mainly revolved around the food, and coffee, and how much better it was making them feel. Tennessee especially made it quite vocal over how the apparent brilliance of this, sure he may have also insinuated that it was better than anything Faris ever gave him; which resulted in the pilot getting a hit to the shoulder, but others seemed to agree.

Having a slice of toast held out to him, Walter looked at it thoughtfully before taking it from Onora's hand. He bit into it and sat eating it quietly, she just smiled and shook her head. Can't beat them, join them, sure, food didn't have the same affect on Walter as it did on all of them, but he could still eat and process food in some way. He even got a mug of steaming coffee pushed tentatively his way by the biologist. She sheepishly smiled before returning back to finishing her breakfast. Walter's reaction to coffee was one of frowning into the mug before sniffing, and eventually drinking it. Other than that he just drunk it simply, not caring about drinking it black and still scolding hot. It wasn't like the coffee could burn his tongue the same way as it did with humans. If anything his body would process the taste and the ingredients within the drink.

"So," Jacob pushed his now empty plate away from himself. He picked up the mug with the remaining coffee within it and drunk from it slowly. "The basic gist of this, is that now we're out here, we're basically on our own, right?"

"That is correct, within reason." Walter replied nodding his head gently. He placed his hands in his lap, his words made most shift in their seats and tense. Onora especially, as she had rather easily helped herself to one of his hands to death grip onto. He knew her fear of space all too well. The prospect of being stuck out here, alone and in trouble, help literally years away surely made the poor woman feel sick to her stomach. She looked suddenly quite pale and Walter hoped the meal she just ate wouldn't resurface, or she pass out, either way would involve having to make her rest up for the day, or check her over in medical.

"Right! So, we've got the basic doom and gloom out of the way, with thanks to Walter here, so shall we just log that in our minds, remember not to do anything stupid, and get on with our day? Sound like a plan? Good. Because if anyone needs me...I've got a serious whiskey hungover to finish sleeping off." He joked and stood up, shuffling off laughing to himself. It wasn't like there was anything to do. The ship had coordinates programmed in. The only time he'd need to actually Captain is when it came to transitioning to their new home.

"There are other things which need to be discussed, Captain." Walter said, staring at Jacob's back, he stopped and sighed, hanging his head he turned and looked back at Walter. He just sat there, staring unblinkingly at him.

"Is it likely to make everyone feel a little more depressed?"

Walter's head tilted, "I don't understand." How could health and safety protocols make anyone feel sad?

Jacob sighed, "This stuff is usually obvious, right?"

"In reason." Walter replied, still frowning rather confusedly over what the point was.

"We're all smart people, heck, we're like the smartest people this company could get together, Walter. All in turn we know what it is we are needing to do, and some of the things you no doubt have to say to us, we've probably already had a meeting about back on Earth. You don't need to tell us stuff twice, Walter. It's okay, you don't always need to play messenger." Jacob smiled at him and looked around, "We know what we're doing here, Walter. Even if you think we might not," Jacob grinned and laughed quietly. "By all means, if you have things needing to be done, go for it. Otherwise, enjoy the small amount of freedom we have...even more so because we'll be taking a long nap soon."

That was perhaps the biggest go ahead to just chill out for the rest of the day. People slowly flooded out of the room, taking their dirty plates with them. Walter shifted in his seat, feeling his hand being squeezed, he looked to Onora. She smiled kindly, "You can tell me the speech you had planned, if you want, Walter?"

He turned in his seat and looked at her, "It wasn't so much a speech."

Onora sighed, "Tell me anyway," she tugged at his hand, imploring him on. She could see he was a little put out over being shot down doing a part of his job, keeping them safe. She understood where Jacob was coming from, but even still...she didn't think he should've just cut Walter off like that. Especially if him talking them through things was a part of his orders.

"If there is a problem, of any sort, it is to be logged. You can access it, but you can also access it through Mother. Either way, the persons involved and problems should be named, the date too, and a description of whatever has happened, in as much detail as possible." Walter explained, Onora nodded slowly. "Anyone can access it. Though entries will be password protected to avoid tampering. They will also be sent back to Earth. Of course, much like the transmissions, they'll take a while to receive."

"Hopefully though, we won't need to log complaints about each other. So far to date, we've all got along fine." Onora said, "And other problems? It isn't like they can send us fast food is it?" She joked, space food could get very dull, very quickly she imagined. Regardless of the resources to hand which allowed them to make their own food too. There was still a whole hangar of rationed food. Walter just looked over her shoulder thoughtfully at that, Onora didn't think to ask him what he was pondering over. Instead she squeezed his hand, Walter's eyes flicked back to her. "I've got some seeds which need planting, Walter. Do you want to help me?" She asked quietly, watching as a small tentative smile slowly appeared on his face as he gave a gentle nod.