<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Squadron_Leader._Jack_Monroe.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Jack Monroe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Entering the hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Alone so far</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Looking for Abs</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Jack let the last of the new arrivals file past him as they carried their belongings into the colony proper.  He had finished his immediate tasks and had decided that it was past time for food, and past time for him to spend time with her.  He stalked into the hangar and looked around, finally seeing a pair of boots propped up on a spare parts rack.  He walked over and shook his head.  "I can't believe we're paying you for this," he said gravely.  "Since it's apparently not possible to get any real work out of you, how about lunch?"