Griff raised his arms, stretching his tired, sluggish muscles as he neared the hatch that sealed off the rest of the ship from the corridor leading to the flight deck. The smooth metal floor was cool to against the bare soles of his feet, sending a wave of gooseflesh washing over his body. Wrapping his hand around the latch of the closed door, Griff was slightly startled by the sudden, but pleasant sound of Mae’s mischievous giggle just a few feet behind him. He had been lost in thought concerning the upcoming mission and the possible ghost that haunted his ship and hadn’t heard Mae as she quietly moved from the flight deck. Standing just outside of Vince’s door, Mae was but a few feet from where he now stood. He hadn’t thought he’d be caught by anyone this early in the morning, and Mae had seemed so absorbed in her star charts just moments ago… needless to say, he was surprised to see her standing there when he turned to face her.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey there Capt’n No-Pants, how's it hanging,”</strong>he heard her ask in that teasing, melodic voice. With a guilty smirk, Griff glanced down at his nakedness. Giving an indifferent shrug of his shoulders, he answered in a matter-of-fact tone. “Hanging pretty well, wouldn’t ya say?” He grinned playfully before quickly adding, “I THOUGHT it felt a bit drafty.”<br/><br/>The twinkle in her eyes and the alluring glow of her fair complexion was a testament to what was truly on her mind. The sound of a door was heard closing deeper into the ship and Griff knew he’d missed his chance at some quiet alone time for his early morning stroll. Instead, he resigned himself to a morning workout. But first, some clothes would be in order. “Déjà vu, right?” he chuckled playfully. “We really should stop meeting like this, Meimei. If you’ll excuse me, I should be getting dressed now.” He gave her a knowing wink as he brushed past her, back to his stateroom door. “You two have fun, but try not to be too long. Someone needs to be on deck soon, okay? I know we have autopilot, but I don’t pay two pilots for the ship to be on autopilot.” He wasn’t scolding or being hard, he simply wanted to make sure his pilots didn’t start growing lax on their flight duties to spend their time with each other instead. Turning from Mae finally, he slipped back into his room and closed the door.<br/><br/>Crossing the room to his wardrobe, he pulled out a pair of white boxer briefs and stepped into them, pulling them up snug. Slipping into a comfortable pair of shorts he used to workout in, Griff finally left his room a few minutes later with a towel and a canteen of water. He would make his way down to the workout area and put in a good hour’s workout before breakfast. The rest of the crew would be up soon and busy about their duties and preparations for the job ahead.<br/>