Leaving the captain's quarters had left the giant somewhat at a loss. He wasn't going to sleep anymore, something of a curse of him, being that if he was woken from a deep sleep, he wouldn't be able to sleep for a long, long while afterwards. He scowled, and, instead of moving to his bunk again, he decided that he might as well see what was going on around the rest of the ship. He heard whispers here and there, of the crew together, talking to make the time on these long trips fly a bit. He heard his name, or at least the traditional nickname that had been placed over him since he had arrived, and he moved over to listen. He was inquisitive, and if he was being spoken of, he always wanted to hear.<br/><br/>And he heard something about his life being made very miserable if he touched the washing machine. He wouldn't have disagreed. He would have sworn to the fact that the machine hated his guts, and he always approached it with the utmost care. It never worked right, though, not for him. Ari, on the other hand, made it work like a dream, but asking her to take care of his was just not done.<br/><br/>He stepped in behind them, with uncharacteristic silence," I couldn't agree more, Doc," He nodded, and fell into pace with the two women," How's you two?"