<em>Brett at the dinner table with everyone.</em><br/><br/>Brett listened to the girl introduce themselves, carefully filing away information for later - both for professional and personal reasons. There was no denying he was quite attracted to the two ladies already. Carver, across from him, seemed to be a bigger mystery. How did two men react in such an environment? Would there be the ritualistic pissing contests for dominance. Scheduling time with each girl and hiding away behind the door with a rubber band on the handle? He chuckled to himself and figured he might as well confess all. After all, they were already stuck with him.<br/><br/>“Well, I was between projects, just as advertised. The reason, however, is exactly what that dork in the bowtie wrote in my file. Seems Uncle Sam is hesitant to fork out grants to professors might just be putting it to the students, two or three at a time.” He shrugged, and helped himself to more veggies, continuing on between bites - as if his transgressions were the most comfortable thing in the world to talk about. “They happen to be right, though it didn’t seem to matter that they were not my students. Hell I think that was the only reason I ever memorized my student list; not like I was in the classroom much. I was given money to work on government research, not babysit after all. Anyway, that dried up, and a friend recommended this to me. I figured she was nuts, but they took me. My guess is they just want to torment you all - but it seems we all have our faults to work through here so far. Unless Captain Ranger over here really is superman.” He chuckled at Carver across from him, obviously meaning nothing by it.<br/><br/>“I grew up taking shit apart, messing with electronics. Then I got a computer - and with the Internet coming around I was never bored again. Between flirting with lonely housewives online and breaking into anything that I could find.”<br/><br/>He had finished the second helping of veggies and dove into the pie. “Never married, never really tried. I know I should slow down, but from hopping from project to project...well this might be the most stable work I’ve had in awhile.” He looked up, as if he’d forgotten something, “Oh, and ladies, I’d not recommend being alone in a room with Mr. Bowtie. He has more lecherous thoughts about you two than I do..and he mentioned that all too frequently on his computer.” Again a smile and shrug, “Don’t worry, I didn’t break into anyone’s private info here...I honestly looked forward to getting to know everyone naturally for this project.”