<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8y2KUFnFqLU/TpDEARktEyI/AAAAAAAAD9U/zGcL_SxbVlA/s1600/clearglasses.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Bianca Meyrs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Hanger</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Matheus Haddad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Trying to start a conversation </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Bianca felt her mood slightly improving. After the announcement she wasn't really in a hurry to get rid of her suit, even a helmet. Maybe it was her last chance to feel herself a real Mars explorer, because, really, who would let a dentist free pass outside. But she prefered not to lose hope.<br/><br/>The sight of one of her colleagues busying himself with... something? He was holding a clipboard and been taking some notes. Was that a diary? Maybe he was writing down his first impressions about Mars? Anyway, Bianca was bored with all the waiting and maybe a conversation would help.<br/><br/>She positioned herself closer to Matheus, -<em>Hello</em>, - and tried to have look at what he is doing, -<em>Are you keeping a diary?</em>- but all she saw were names of drugs. Now she must have looked like a fool. Bianca wasn't really great with people especially when it came to starting and sustaining a conversation. It was so much easier dealing with patients, -<em>I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt,</em>- she tried to rehabilitate herself, -<em>Can I help you somehow?</em>