<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent - Wandering around the hall adjacent to the cockpit. - Currently landed upon Persephone =-</strong></div><br/>Vince's mind had still been reeling from his frustration at himself as he wandered aimlessly around the front of the ship.  He first started towards his room, but halfway in realized that he didn't want to fall into the trap of sulking in his private quarters.  Such a habit was never a beneficial thing to form.  He then made his way to the helm to stand behind his seat and look over the controls.  After a moment he wondered what he had been doing since the engines were presently powered off and there was really nothing for him to do at his station.  After a few moments of pacing in there he tried to sort out his thoughts to figure out how he could be productive rather than just idling in the cockpit.  Vince then proceeded to snicker at the word 'cockpit'.  Had Mae been there and he said it out loud, it would have led to another volley of puns and jokes.  That thought was reassuring.  No matter how many suitors there would be, Vince knew all too well the chemistry they shared between them and all their time together operating the ship had established a strong foundation for a relationship.  Whether that relationship was friendship or something more, he had yet to know for absolute certainty.  Vince had grabbed on to that hope, knowing that there was a spark between them and that it would only be a matter of time until Mae realized it for herself.<br/><br/>With that line of reasoning, the chaos in Vincent's mind had subsided and he was once again in control of himself.  "Right,"  He said to himself, "I should probably check with the captain to make sure he doesn't have an issue with both of his pilots going planet side."  Vincent made his way to the captain's quarters and heard muffled voices on the other side.  He couldn't make out words, but he also didn't want to intrude.  After a few moments the conversation in the other room teetered off into a lull and Vince decided that he would either be a inconvenient interruption or a welcomed break in an awkward pause.  With a cast of the die, he knocked upon Griff's door and waited to see what awaited him.  Before the captain could answer, there was motion out of the corner of his eye that drew his attention.  His eyes widened and his jaw went slack as he watched the lithe sway to Mae's stride, enticingly accentuated by the sheen of the robe that was just barely large enough to resemble modest attire.  It would have been impossible for him to miss that sultry gaze in her eyes and he had seen that look several times before, usually proceeding some risky maneuver behind the controls.  It was one of her many expressions that drew him toward her with all the gravity of a black hole.  At that moment he was reminded how badly he wanted her, more so than air itself.  Not just her body, he wanted<em>her</em>.  The entire package, her body, her mind, her foibles, her strengths, and most of all, her affection.<br/><br/>Vincent spun as she walked into her quarters, his eyes never leaving her beauty as she did so.  He could feel his resolve building once more.  Screw the gorram planet leave, he wanted to follow her into her quarters and lay everything out for her that very moment.  Throw caution to the wind and see whether or not his affection would be returned in kind.  If worse came to worst, he was upon his home planet; he had options for even the worst case scenarios.  Vincent had taken but one step before the sound of the door behind him sidetracked his rallied resolve and he spun towards the captain's door with thoughts scattered throughout his mind, almost forgetting why he had been there in the first place.