Sergent Antonio De Rica<div class="floatright">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/fighter_by_des_henkers_braut-d3299le.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall<br/><br/>He was looking over a study done on an Organism on the outer rim done by an Andorian survey team when he heard the voice. Antonio looked up and offered a smile before reaching forward to pull his drink a little closer so it wouldn't spill. "Of course chief, have a seat." he said in a welcoming tone, though even the universal translator wasn't enough to suppress all of his accent.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but look her over as he did nearly everyone. For him it was another kind of study, done to understand a persons demeanor and the way they acted. Yet as his eyes wandered he noticed the lack of any meal. It probably meant she was bored and had nothing to do or that she wanted to talk specifically to him. The problem was, he was kind of shy. Having grown up while absorbed in work and medical study it was always hard for him to come out of his shell. For him it was a constant struggle to find a place, especially now that he was on a new ship<br/><br/>His right hand reached up to brush away the mix of black and blue hair that fell over his eyes, waiting patiently for her to join him. "Are you not hungry today?" he asked as he spun a fork to gather a bite of noodles and hamburger, though he was paying more attention to her then his meal or the data pad now.