<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>Dining Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Lessa</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Renewing friendship</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>He followed her gaze, taking in the large room and its contents.  "It certainly beats Imbrium.  No privacy, no running water at all, and God, the stench of unwashed bodies.  This is actually going to be quite comfortable."<br/><br/>He looked seriously at her.  "I know how you feel, though.  We are definitely on our own.  No hope of rescue if anything goes seriously wrong.  But nothing will."  He smiled.  "We have the best people and the best technology available.  We'll be fine."<br/><br/>He took another bite of his meal.  It really wasn't bad.  "So," he said, "do you have any plans for this evening?  I thought we could have dinner together after we get settled in and then find out what passes for social life on the Red Planet."<br/>