<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Locked box in the pantry<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Adrianna, open.<br/><hr/><br/>Will let out a small 'hrrmf' and let out a little exhale and a defeated shake of his head as a small grin came for just a second when Adrianna called him 'Twitch' again. His silence about the nickname looked like he accepted it as much as Adrianna accepted her own nickname he dubbed her with. The redhead's skirt sliding up was an eye draw, whilst Will was clearly a grump and fairly antisocial down to his run of luck in his adult years, he could still appreciate forms of companionship. Before when he was young and dumb and more lusty, he held a torch for Max of which by the way he looked at the petite woman and how he spoke differently to her was clear enough he still did. Adrianna happened to be attractive, seemed to give a shit about him and she disarmed him from his sullenness, which left the ice forming around him to begin to crack a little.<br/><br/>"I'm not worried about the Vargr. I'm not worried about anything except taking off before I hit 40..." he replied to her at first, he paused and reached down to help her, sitting close up next to her and handing her the probe, letting out a little hissing sigh as the discomfort in his nerves pulled through him as he sat up close. "I owed you one for the backrub..." he offered about his actions before she came to him, again a small hint of a smile before it disappeared again. "It's strange to hear you mention years like that. You look a fair bit younger than people my age. It was sixteen years ago when I joined a Navy crew... Makes me feel old, I was 18 back then. If the Navy didn't mess me up so bad, I'd probably be saluting you right now rather than sat here on a metal floor having you do my work for me..." he spoke as he helped as best he could with Adrianna's work.<br/><br/>Will handed the vid recorder over to Adrianna when the box opened and instead went through the blanket, opening it up and looking through the pics. "The others will want to see this. Looks like Captain Aslan has a name; Era. That thing Max was messing with has gotta be it's AI." He paused, he could feel a lot of memories in what they found, a lot of feelings. It gave the man pause. If Adrianna plays the log infront of him, the feels from it would likely hit him straight in the gut. As is, he looked through some more photos of the old crew and back to Adrianna, "We should keep these. Clearly they meant something to those who had this ship last. Maybe we could decorate the larger areas with some of the loose ones. I... came to this ship with what I had on my back. I don't have any physical proof of my life, outside Max and Grendel knowing who I was. I ain't really a people person. Doesn't mean I never wanted to be one though. Plus, I dunno... Feels like the right thing to do."<br/><br/>He put the big collection of pictures wrapped back in the blanket and slipped it under his arm to hold. "We should go find Max and let her know about this before she burns out that AI or does something to it." He stood up and offered a hand down to Adrianna to help her up from her seat. He wore an awkward half-smile on his face as he did so, clearly unused to smiling, though also pretty clearly glad of the talk time he had with the redhead.