"Kevin Perkins is my father. I am the youngest of five." Sera frowned and averted her eyes to the floor as if she didn't enjoy the subject. "And the last time I met the company I was barely a child and Bones and Kevin had only been going on this venture for a few years."<br/><br/>"It was before your time, Erich. Me and Bones visited her a few times while on leave." Walter interjected and managed a rather forced smile before changing the subject completely. "So about some activities for our tired jocks?" Sera managed her own forced smile before she gave Erich a hearty nod. "Temperatures aren't usually this extreme. About 10 to 15 degrees lower. It's just the storm, doesn't come in from the ocean that regularly and it's actually pretty much clear blue skies around the islands on any given day." She gave a snort to hold back a laughing fit when Erich mentioned a poor Tharkadian's nipples, but regained her composure rather quickly. "I don't often get a pause from my research to make use of the recreational facilities, but all personnel including mercenaries are allowed to make use of them. Then there is the local hubs, at least a few bars in each, I think Hub 3 even got a kino installed, mostly Lyran propaganda dramas and such though."<br/><br/>She paused a moment to bring up a small box of mints and took one, offering to pass it around to anyone who wanted one. "But the locals are a bit stingy after the last attack, so hospitality is on a low. Plenty of the adepts and acolytes are decent folks though, since we have pulled back a little on the anti-social mumbo-jumbo in recent years in an effort to win public support. Just don't bother the robes, they haven't fully adjusted to the new regimens yet and are every bit as much the doom and gloom religious types as always..." She paused for a moment to look around, almost as if expecting one of her doom and gloom colleagues to stand behind her. "...don't tell anyone I said that though, I'd be in deep shit with the conservatives."