<strong>Cam(Pilot) - Space Sprocket</strong><br/><br/>Cam knew when he was beat, and he certainly was when he was outnumbered by both the captain and by Bel as well, so he knew he should just drop it.  "Ok, guys, I can see that I'm not getting a sensor package, but just remember that I wanted to if we end up needing one out in the black. I warned you!"<br/><br/>Cam rose a shot glass of whiskey for the toast and downed it in one shot before going back to the beer that he had had refilled since coming from the bar.  After then, Cam busied himself with serving up his dinner while the others might start up coversations and before the captain handed out a communicator to him.  "Wow, these nice Cap, hope you got em for a good price. Thanks for the dinner too!"  He dug in and was not at all shy about grabbing another roll or a bit of seconds.  He knew all too well what could happen out in the black, and he always ate well before a flight.  Cam himself participated in some of the good natured conversations with Bel, the Captain and Chase.<br/><br/>When the captain went over the route again, Cam smiled and shugged as he was said to be the one who could update everyone on the schedule.  "Well, a week is probably right.  I could probably cut a day or so, depending on what your preferences are on probably Alliance patrols and such. I've always felt that the extra time is better than having a run in, myself."  As he had been one of the more briefed people at the table, Cam didn't have any questions and instead just turned his attention to another bit of meat, real meat!<br/><br/>It was then that he looked up and over to Lynn, whom he'd been reminded of her name earlier, but he still couldn't quite place her.  "So, uhh, Lynn, right?  For some reason I remember you... but I don't know from where.  Were you in the war at all?"