<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adrian Levan<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Radio expert and codebreaker<br/><strong>Currently:</strong>The radio room again.<br/><hr/><br/>Adrian ignored her, wanting to get away from the crazed sailors as quickly as possible. He didn't know what he was going to do with her either, she was still screaming like a stupid rich brat. Which she probably was, of course. No one would look for him in the radio room unless there were some important communications to be made. Even then, since he wasn't a real sailor, no one hardly ever thought of him. In this case, it served to his advantage. He hoped none of the other sailors had seen him.<br/><br/>In only a small amount of time, they were back in the radio room. Adrian closed the door behind him, firmly but not too loudly, locking it so that it was just him and Arielle alone. He put his ear to the door, but didn't hear anyone. Sighing, he turned to face the girl. He hadn't noticed her before, but she was surprisingly pretty. And fuckable. Putting that out of his mind, he finally let his anger loose, "Are you stupid? Do you know what's going on out there? The officers here are trying to protect you from those sex-crazed sailors." Or at least, he hoped they were. "And those sailors aren't friendly at the moment, either." he said, as he stood right in front of her, between her and the nearest exit. The panel of buttons and other radio equipment was right behind her.