<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The professor nodded at Tania's words. They made sense to him and he had felt like that in his earlier years when he had first started working. He had eventually been able to take over his own life, but it wasn't as if he had managed to get it very far--having affairs with students often ruined your life.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"I don't suppose it is a life..."</span>he finally replied, standing and straightening his blazer. He supposed he should put on something that left a little more movement. He would check the freight room for some sort of outfit to wear, at least until they managed to get to Ovia, if they managed it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"I'm sure you have plenty of talent. You don't go traveling all over and not have picked up a few things. You are already clearly someone who does well in the wild, I doubt that you won't be useful,"</span>it was obvious the professor believed truly everything he was saying. Tania seemed like a very strong woman and it didn't surprise him that she became fast friends with the Major and Captain. The two seemed to be strong individuals themselves and it only made sense that they would gravitate towards another person who was just as strong in her own way.