Scott felt like he had dodged a bullet but at the same time, felt like if he could do something to help, he should. While he wouldn’t mind sleeping with Miranda (or any of the other lovely ladies, he was sharing the barrack with), the possibility he could have his mind tinkered with was terrifying. Still, the young ESPer looked more than miserable, as she rolled over on her side, offering her back to the room. He drew in a breath and steadied his nerves. This time, he wasn’t going to just offer his help, he was going to state his intentions to help despite the warnings.<br/><br/>“Well Sunshine” said the Newfounder, in reference to her hair, as he leaned into the bunk a little, ducking his shaven head, “Then I’ll just have to bap you with a pillow. You get some sleep and if anything, I’ll see what I can do to get you away from the nightmares.”<br/><br/>Offering a smile, he ducked out from under the top bunk and gave a little stretch. Opening his manual, he scanned the page about how they were suppose to keep their lockers. It made him roll green and blue eyes. He didn’t need instructions on how to use the space to its most efficient, for the packing of personal gear. Letting out a slight sigh, he walked over the lockers and managed to claim one, right besides Nerys, their little medic in training.<br/><br/>“So love” said Scott, looking over at Nerys, “You got someone to bunk with yet? I’d sleep much better with a beautiful woman like you, then one of the fellas.”