<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>Medical</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Lessa</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Saying hello</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Nigel had returned to the hangar and found his bags among the mass of stuff dropped off by the shuttle.  He had then gone to the Habitat Block and taken over one of the vacant rooms.  He finally got rid of his E-suit, took a quick, cold shower, and dressed.  He had debated with himself.  He didn't want to crowd Lessa or make her uncomfortable, but he still cared for her and he wanted to help her.  What the hell, he decided.  He had made his way to the science block and found the medical section.  Sure enough, she was there, prepping her work area.<br/><br/>He stood in the doorway, admiring her.  She was still the woman he had fallen in love with.  "Hello, Lessa.  We didn't have time to talk before.  Can I interest you in something to eat? My treat."<br/>