Daniel held all the papers in his hand, as he had no pockets to put them in. He put the one which he had just patterned into the fire-lightning in the back and took hold of a new one with his free hand, punching holes in it with his finger slowly as he continued to observe the reactions around him.<br/><br/>Things were livening up; people were beginning to speak more, and their emotions had begun to creep up more definitively. He noticed that, despite having their memories wiped, they were not identical and empty husks. Each one of these people clearly had a deep set personality that was already setting them apart from one another. He couldn't be sure whether it was a remnant of their old person, or if it had developed on the spot the moment they woke up. He thought back to his dream; perhaps fully wiping someone of their memories was possible, but... not their spirit? He struggled with that concept, unsure as to what someone's "spirit" actually represented.<br/><br/>As he came to these conclusions, he began to find his own "spirit", or personality, was taking hold of him. The girl who spoke out against Eivi, questioning their free will, was the one that sparked it. He resented her suggestions that they didn't have free will. In a sense, it was true. They were all stuck on a space ship. But his mind was already beginning to build a thick wall around itself; he didn't need to rebel or be antagonistic towards everyone to figure out the truth. His mind was a sea of objectiveness, and he could already tell, from the fact that he was doing it at that very moment, that he would take absolutely everything he saw and learned with a grain of salt. It didn't matter how much he played along for now; he could deal with trying to figure out the "truth" as time went along.<br/><br/>Besides, it might be easier to learn things from finding hidden documents around the ship. Directly confronting Eivi was unlikely to get them any information other than what the robot wanted them to know.<br/><br/>He scowled slightly as he punched more holes into his paper. The same part of his personality that was building walls around his mind was also building them around his emotions. He heard the other man introduce himself as Spencer Holt, and, seeing as how not everyone had answered, he wasn't about to do the same himself. It wasn't from a desire to be unfriendly, he just had absolutely no desire to take initiative with anyone.<br/><br/>If someone talked to him, he'd answer. For the moment, however, he was content with listening and piecing the situation from the safer confines of his own mind.<br/><br/>He looked down to see the circles in the paper were arranged vaguely like a rose petal.