<strong>Location</strong>: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Central Command - Administration<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Afternoon<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Luke Collins<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Luke gave a knowing smile in response to her question about Administration. He knew a bit about her, true, but words on paper were only worth so much. It didn't replace the chance to talk to her and understand her directly, which he was glad for, even if it happened to be a busy day.<br/><br/>"That's helpful of you to offer. I like your frankness," he said. "As for a question, hmm.." The doors of the lift opened again and he held them open so that Julie could exit first. With his other hand, he idly cracked his knuckles as he thought about a question. After Julie was through, he released the doors and led them down the hallway to the pilot barracks. This area was the general pilots' wing, including their mess hall, fitness facilities, and shared community spaces.<br/><br/>It would be unfair to spring too personal of a question on her here, since they could be within earshot of her new peers. Instead of a more interesting question, Luke asked her something safer.<br/><br/>"Do you have any short-term goals that you're hoping to accomplish as a pilot? Perhaps something within your first year flying."