Sarah blushed when Richard squeezed her hand. With all the death and destruction around her, she was grateful for how he was helping her to feel some small bit of normalcy.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That's Enio. Remember the party the night before we went into cryosleep? He was the drunk guy who kept making inappropriate toasts. He's an Astrobiologist which I'd say will make him very useful when we finally get onto the planet."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The tech stopped the comm from transmitting for a moment, though it was still set to receive an answer. “Oh, right. I hope he’s okay.” She then smiled at Richard slightly before briefly looking down at her feet. “That was such a good night. Though I have to question the choice of ‘horrific spaceship disaster’ for our second date.” She gave a slight laugh, though it was something of a sad sound. “Sorry, just a bit of gallows humor I guess.”<br/><br/>When she heard the badly injured man asking for help with the nanites, she responded. “Richard—Dr. Hawthorne, I mean—is very good with nanotech. He should be able to help you.” If Richard goes into the room, she follows him.