<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>Leaving the office where they were meeting.<br/><hr/><br/>Adrian was listening to this, and he didn't want to get involved. He certainly didn't want to have to deal with some bat-crazy, sex-starved sailors. He didn't even like them when they were normal. If sailors were ever normal, that is. He decided to leave, though it was more quietly, so that they probably wouldn't notice, or would assume he had work, which he did, at that. As he left the room quickly, he bumped straight into Arielle, though luckily he prevented himself from making a sound.<br/><br/>He narrowed his eyes at the girl. She was spying on them? The nerve of the girl. "You must be rather brave to be listening in on us." he said, as he grabbed her arm and started walking towards the radio room. He was partially taking her, and partially running away from the captain's office where all of them were meeting. This was also the opposite direction from where Eloise and Mari were getting fucked, so they wouldn't notice them.