<div class="floatleft">(http://filmsdefrance.com/img/Jeremy_Irons.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Nigel Woodridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Reactor Control</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Lena</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Troubleshooting</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Nigel smiled.  She was the perfect person to work for.  No nonsense, and she could see the essentials of a problem quickly.  "I think we could send a 'bot out to do a check once the storm passes," he said.  "If it's what I think, we can wait for slack periods in power demand and shut one section down, replace the lines, then power up again.  If you want one of us to go out personally, that's your call.  The RPV's should be able to do it under our control, but I defer to you.  It's your reactor."<br/><br/>His smile widened when she told him to get out of his E-suit.  "So you want to see me out of uniform?  I'll remember that, ma'am."  He leaned over and kissed the top of her head, then got out of slap range quickly and headed for the hangar to get his bags.  This was going to be fun.<br/>