<em>Jenna, at her first breakfast with all of the others.</em><br/><br/>Jenna heard stirring in the bedroom and wondered which of the men was up.  She was enjoying her time with Brook as the other woman shared her opinion of the men, and was thankful that they'd gotten a few minutes of alone time to get to know each other and to compare notes.  Her own views were similar to Brook's; she was, in some ways, a bit taken aback by Brett, but she was also liking him in spite of herself.  The people she knew were dry in their sense of humor, and she supposed she was too; he was like a breath of fresh air in his outrageousness, and she had a feeling that as long as she kept an open mind, she was going to really like him.  And Carver... she was already drawn to his quiet strength.  She wasn't intimidated by him, but she could see easily where someone might feel that way.  After all, her father had the same quiet strength, and everyone seemed to be pretty intimidated by him, too.<br/><br/>"Trusting Brett... I'm still trying to figure out how much of his stories are real and how much of it is him trying to get a reaction from us.  I have a feeling he's probably way less uptight than the rest of us," she said, laughing softly.  "I think he's probably a good addition.  Carver's quiet.  You seem shy.  I can be kind of a stick in the mud.  Brett's going to be the life of this little party.  And Carver?  He's the kind of man I'm used to, all business.  I think, out here in the wilderness, he's kind of like that comfy old sweater for me?  He's an unknown, but somehow, he isn't...."<br/><br/>Her voice trailed off, ending in a question.  She didn't know if it would make any sense to Brook.  She wasn't even sure it made sense to her.<br/><br/>The bedroom door opened and Brett appeared, looking still a little disheveled, and Jenna could easily see why his students would throw themselves at him, even in groups of two and three.  Dark hair that wouldn't lay quite right made one want to run fingers through it, and that shadow of a beard on his face!  He seemed to ooze sex appeal, and it was obvious that he wasn't even trying.  If she'd had a professor like him, maybe she would have been a little less studious and a little more sex kitten, too.<br/><br/>Her lips twitched in amusement as he groaned about the sun and drained a cup of coffee.  A morning person, he was not.  "Good morning.  Brook made breakfast, but I'm thinking that getting up early and cooking for us might need to be your job."  She winked to let him know she was kidding.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, Carver appeared, too.  Jenna was unsurprised to see him ready to get started for the day.  The rest of them were still in their pajamas, but Carver was an outdoors guy, and it seemed that the early morning would be a natural time for him to be up and about.  She hoped that he'd relax a little bit with them, let them in and help and be a team, and she supposed time would tell if that was going to happen or not.<br/><br/>They all said good morning to him, and everyone started chatting about how they'd slept their first night in their new home: Brook not so well, Brett like a baby.  Jenna somewhere in the middle, and Carver too.  This was as important as the "getting to know you" session they'd had the night before, and Jenna took it all in, grateful for the moment.  These were the times that would, eventually and hopefully, define them as a family and more than a group of scientists brought together.  All of the work they had to do was going to get done.  They'd all be responsible.  But it was these moments of camaraderie where they would become friends and not just colleagues.