<strong>Location</strong>: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). The Pilot's Barracks<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Afternoon<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Ian Harker<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ian raised a dark and thin eyebrow as Julie questioned the meaning behind mija. For a second he thought she might have just been pulling a joke on him, though one look at her searching gaze on him revealed the truth. She really didn’t know what it meant. Ian was sorely tempted to give her a false definition just to provide future entertainment, but he decided to give her a break. No doubt someone else would screw around with her later and he had been temporarily charged with helping her out.<br/><br/>“What, you don’t speak any Spanish? Tch,” Ian said with a shake of his head. “It means daughter, but it’s used like - what do you eastcoasties say all the time. Hon? It’s like that. Kinda. So you’re mija. Our Commander Collins would be mijo if he wasn’t such a motherfucker.”<br/><br/>There was such a casual tone to the way Ian insulted their commanding officer. It didn’t sound like this was Ian’s first time speaking against Luke. Nor did it sound like it would be the last. As they neared the end of the hallway the pair came across a large door with a purple border around it.<br/><br/>“There’s two sleeping quarters. Purple and Orange. You’ve got purple right here,” Ian explained as he stepped in front of the door. It silently slid open. Ian took a few steps in and then paused to give Julie a moment to take it all in. The purple sleeping quarters seemed an odd name when the room didn’t have much purple to it. The room was large, well lit, and there was a row of backless benches that reached from one end to the other. Against two of the walls were stacked rows of strange capsule shaped objects. They looked suspiciously similar to the entry plugs of the Grigori Units.<br/><br/>Ian gave Julie a half sorry smile as he gestured towards the capsules. “So, it’s not a real room of your own, but still way better than bunkbeds. Might look crammed, but it’s real nice in there. They’re modeled after these places in Japan called capsule hotels. We call ‘em our coffin beds around here.”<br/><br/>“Soundproof, comfy as hell, you get room for your shit, you can sit up, and there’s a touchscreen to mess around on the internet. Plus if the whole place gets bombed while we’re asleep we’ll survive. Once the door is closed these coffins will probably withstand anything. You’re number thirty-four.”