He walked in, nodding a greeting to the captain, stepping over to Miss Beth, A little self-conscious that he was now among most of the crew, and he was still half-dressed. He decided to ignore the feeling that everyone was watching, and judging, and he walked over to take a small mug of coffee. Small, of course, in comparison to him, for as he gripped the cup, his powerful hand dwarfed the piece of ceramic. He took his coffee black, no sugar, the way, in his opinion, that it was meant to be drunk. In his opinion, if God had wanted to the drink to be sweet, he would have made the bean sweet. Of course, he knew that his own tastes were a bit eccentric. He was nothing if not liberal about other people's beliefs, so long as said beliefs didn't somehow in with one or more of his crewmates hurt.<br/><br/>He looked at the doctor. She was actually a looker. Not very beautiful, if that was what a man was looking for, but she had striking features, not something that a man would forget. She was tall too, lean, with nimble hands, something that he had been on the receiving end of on occasion, when he had required her particular set of talents. She was a good doctor, but not much of a fighter, although he knew that she could handle her own, if the need arose.<br/><br/>He took a sip of the coffee, and winces appreciatively," Nice," He nodded, and took another sip," So Doc..." He wondered what to say to open a conversation with her. He had never been much good at it," Why was it that our good mechanic wanted to make my life miserable?"