Greck sat with his feet atop his desk, occasionally sipping some beer. While he waits for his assistants to arrive, he reads over something on a monitor. After a few minutes, his wait is over. Marcie and Dustin enter.<br/><br/>“There you are! Name's Greck Neilson. I need you two to do some lifting for me while I fix something. If I name a tool, I want you to get it for me. There’s some thermal hoo-ha in the pipes that connect to the reactor, so we're going to make some adjustments," then he mumbles, "and it seems to be the only problem on the ship that I ever have to deal with."<br/><br/>"You'll need to put on these jumpsuits. This job can get messy."<br/><br/>He walks out, lazily waving his hand, gesturing them to follow. Greck starts grumbling as they walk, "you know what the problem with a ship like this is? It's too damn perfect. Once, I had a job aboard a Broadwing-490. Now THAT was a hunk of metal that just wasn't meant for space. The thing had to be fully staffed and maintained around the clock. This? Every couple of days, the pipes heat up in a funny way. Heat distribution! Why is this<em>always</em>an issue whenever Gigatek makes a reactor? Yeah! That's the only problem on this ship: a Gigatek reactor. Should've gone with a Stolten," his ramblings go on a little bit, until they reach the reactor, then they get to work. Greck gives concise orders, telling the twins which part to plug into which socket, and other things along those lines.<br/><br/>While working on some machinery, he casually asks, "so, what puts you two aboard?"