Never in his life had he worked beside a female before. Joining this crew for Fersalink would prove to be a life changing event for him, he only hoped for the better. It would give him some time to refine his English and get used to the slang. Apophis redirected his attention from his teammates and up into the eyes of Moorhouse when he passed in his line of vision. The rules that he read from his mental list left him scratching his head. He could understand almost all of what he said, but some choice words were beyond his language barrier. Apophis made an effort to hide his hand as it slithered down his waste and into one of his deep pockets. His hand emerged with some digital paper and a writing stylus.<br/><br/>The technology of this stationary amazed him. The paper was designed to recognize characters of whatever language it was set to. No matter how sloppy he wrote characters on this paper in the past, it would always correct them into a straight, sleek typeface. It even had a voice recognition interface, but Apophis would write the words down for his own practice. Hunching over his hands, he began to take down the parts of Moorhouse's speech that he didn't quite grasp and study them later on.