Location: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Central Command - Personal Office of Director Percival Yao<br/>Date: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/>Time: Afternoon<br/>Who: Julie Tanaka<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Julie’s eyes widened slightly in response to the unexpected question—one she had to spend several seconds mulling over before she was forced to reach the obvious conclusion. “I, um... I guess I don’t have one, Director. It didn’t take me very long to get my call sign, after all.<br/><br/>“I can do pretty well in a structured social setting—like a military chain of command or even a press conference, something with rules that help me navigate the situation. Even this conversation is related to my duties and position within our organization. But other that... if I just have to be myself, I suppose you could say ‘myself’ isn’t very talkative. But I do my best to get along with everyone and be polite, and I’ve never really had any tension with the other pilots.”<br/><br/>Briefly Julie wondered if the director’s question was leading up to him censuring her in some way. The other pilots and trainees were a close-knit family, one she obviously did not fit in to. Sure, they had disagreements and rivalries, even outright estrangement, but all that was part of being in a family. Everyone else let their shared experiences bring them closer, but Julie was...well, she was just sort of unobtrusively there and generally agreeable. Maybe her lack of<em>espirit de corps</em>was considered a liability by Yao? But then again, if her behavior were considered unacceptable it would have been addressed long before now.