<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;">Avery Natalia Kovalevsky-Richter, MD.</span><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/>(http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g145/x_JustKathy_x/67763fda.jpg)<br/></td><td> Taking the outstretched hand and giving it a friendly shake, Avery laughed.<br/><br/>"I tend to walk faster than I can stop," she admitted, shrugging. "No need to apologize, though. No harm done."<br/><br/>The man seemed antsy as he checked his watch and waited for them to follow. He didn't have a bad attitude, exactly, but Avery couldn't decide if she liked him or not. Too soon to tell, she figured, stepping out of the elevator. There would be time to get a sense of him later on, especially if he was part of the bunch she'd been assigned to. Part of her might even enjoy pricking him with a few vaccinations. At least he was entertaining to listen to. And cute, in that 'geeky-but-not' sort of way. Glancing at the orders, she read over the names. This must have been Malcolm Farris because he didn't have the captain insignia. Stuffing the paper into her coat pocket, she followed him down the slim corridors and finally into the Star Gate room. Eyes wandering over the many people of the sizable group, Avery searched for the familiar face of her husband. Frowning, she realized he wasn't there yet. Ah well. He was always running a little late.<br/><br/>Turning her attention to the actual gate, Avery's brows furrowed inquisitively. She'd never seen anything like it before, and the very presence of it unnerved her. She noted that a woman, pretty by silhouette, was playing golf in front of it. Couldn't be that dangerous then, right? <br/><br/>"Is there a place for us to sign in?" she asked uncertainly to the Irishman, peering for some kind of indicator of who the captain of the team might be. However, from where they stood, she couldn't identify ranks. "Or do we just kinda...wait until spoken to?"</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table>