<div class="floatleft">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/a-hot-glasses-4.jpg?w=500&amp;h=375)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Andrew Clark<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shuttle "Gamma"<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone who wants to jump in<br/><hr/><br/>Andrew sat in his seat, staring out the window with the awestruck wonder of a child.  He had always found space to be fascinating, and now here he was, flying into the nothingness.  He pulled down the veil separating his seat from the rest of the group and looked up and down the aisle.  Everyone still had their screens up.  He let his breath out in a large sigh and pulled out his notebook and pencil.  He began doodling but, soon enough, those doodles turned into numbers and those numbers into equations.  His eyes lit up as he imagined different ways he could have soundproofed this cabin better.  He stretched his cramped legs and let out a contented groan.  Once they reached his ship, things would be much more comfortable.<br/><br/>He heard the announcement over the PA and, once they arrived, he got out of his seat, collected his things, and headed for the door.  He passed by a dozing person or two but thought nothing of it.  His priority was the overseeing of his ship.  Everything else was secondary.