<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Nello Dreis<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Virologist<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>17th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Outside Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Standing | Listening to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"I hadn't planned on meeting many crewmates any time soon, so I suppose we're both in shock," he replied with the nervous sliver of a smile as he ensured she was well before doing the same for himself. "Yeah, I've got all my parts still," he joked, his smiled widening. But then she reached for his headphones for examination, and his expression became a mask of intrigue and slight concern, the latter slightly increasing as she dropped it. He wondered if she didn't like the music in question, or if she was simply put-off by it. "It's human music, by a Knight--or honored human warrior--named Sir Elton John. It's very catchy. And it's very interesting that human warriors partake in performance so diligently."<br/><br/>When she questioned what he meant by midnight snack, he looked confused for a moment, but her follow up statement made it all much clearer. "Oh, you haven't been off of the Flotilla long, I'm guessing," he said, not quite noticing how much he was talking for someone who considered himself a terrible conversationalist. Maybe it was due in part to how intriguing--and charming--her intrigue was.<br/><br/>"Midnight snacking is a human ritual, where they get up late at night to eat small portions of food. I think it's to calm them when they have nightmares. I do it because I like food and could not sleep at a decent time to save my own life. It is hard navigating in the dark, so I bump into things a lot." He nodded, pleased with his understanding and explanation of human custom as he'd learned it. So pleased in fact that he forgot that he'd forgotten to introduce himself. "Oh, forgive me too, Rue. I'm Nello Dreis. I'm a Virologist working over in the Containment Lab." He tilted his head towards the hall he'd just come from. "Hopefully the field teams will find samples for us to study soon so that we can get to work on creating a vaccine."