<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1a/Dr._Madison_Chance.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Dr. Madison Chance</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Boarding ship</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Mission crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Mission preparation</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Deputy Commander Versatile's reaction to my comments confused me slightly. I thought that my words were properly crafted to indicate my interest in further social engagement. Apparently, my assessment proved to be somewhat inaccurate. Disappointing, but perhaps understandable. It was one reason - of many - why I wished Lena had been assigned to the mission. She was invaluable in helping me overcome my social shortcomings.<br/><br/>My environment systems in my suit all were functioning properly, and passed inspection. I made my way from the suiting area onto the shuttle. I took a seat along the far side of the back row, so I could observe the reactions and social interactions of my fellow crew members. Most had matched themselves in some sort of pair, whether casual or intimate, which I found intriguing. With a sigh, I watched the remainder of the crew file on board, checking my notes regarding all of them to so I could begin my work.