Adam thanks Adrian as he departs.  Looking back over at Risa, sitting on her heels in the chair, he tells her, "I am going to take this back to the engine room.  I don't want it to go to waste and its still a bit warm."<em>Wonderful thing about plastic, it retained warmth and kept the food hot for a time, like a little hotplate.  Well, this type of plastic anyway</em>, he thought.<br/><br/>Adam acted no different around Risa than any of the other crew members.  He had nothing to hide.  If she wanted to finish his thought, he wouldn't mind.  But Risa was not like that.  She seemed content to sit back and gather in a conversation, like she had been just now.  That sweet and innocent smile never left her face.  Unless she had a question, not unlike earlier.  When she had asked him about his vacuum suit, she seemed genuinely mystified.  The sensation of the memory washed over him as he had explained it to her.  If she knew how I felt about what I say, so be it.  She seemed harmless enough.