Donovan took a moment in the observation room. He wanted to make sure that his fears, and by extension his waking up, had been accurate. He was unfortunately right at the start. He offered another yawn, gazing outside for a moment just watching the sun spin around the planet Eve. He hadn't been told exactly why they were orbiting the planet. Or if had been told the honest truth, he had forgotten it. It seemed like Men were always orbiting the planet for one reason or another. It didn't really matter though, he probably wouldn't have been given the full details anyway. He was only a grunt anyway, a really well trained grunt but a grunt none the less. He released a deep sigh and rubbed his eyes as he exited the observation deck.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure where to go from here. He could go to the mess hall, but hunger hadn't really had the opportunity to set in yet. He could probably go to the armory or the war room but he was still a tad too tired to keep himself steady with a weapon, at least in this particular and relatively safe environment. He found himself in the hull and he knew he had to make a decision as to where he wanted to go. He wondered what was going on with their pilot, Michael. He made his way towards the cockpit of the ship. He walked in casually letting his hand rest upon the upper support beam. "Hey Michael. Anything going on?" He asked letting his eyes wander out the cockpit scanners for a moment. "How long since you slept last? You look ragged as Hell."