The petite Terikian,  Risa leaned up against one of the control boards.   Her gaze sweeping over the port view.   Something held her interest.  Which brings a slight amused gleam to her eyes.   A teenager in appearance, surely not more then eighteen years of age.  The truth though, is she was forty years old.  Another trait of her race.  Of how the humans on Terikan had evolved.   Just as her eyes with the soft violet pupils sparkled in her amused gleam.   The source of such, a non offensive mishap outside on the boarding dock.   A empath, through why the captain had not taken her with to meet the contact is not dwell upon any reason for such.   Through the emotions she is getting from that mishap of comedy she witness.  As she probes a little.   Causes the smile to widen a bit.<br/><br/>That was an hour ago, the memory of the mishap.   Fresh still in her mind. Would bring another smile over the incident flashing across her face.  As the ship and crew, now make there way towards the mission objectives.   So far, nothing has been said.   To where the were going.   Not in detail, only that they are to recover something.  So with a budding curiosity,  Risa looked with a expectant demeanor.  Of someone that just needs to know.<br/><br/>The clouds of the Nebula would draw her attention then.   Like others aboard,  she is drawn in by the beauty of such.   The electrical fields shimmering around it.    She look to  Adam then,  wonders why he is in his suit.  For if the suit was needed, they be dead before one would be found.   So why die a slow death in the suit.  Best to get it over with quicker.   Odd how people had their own idiocies.   She rise up off the control board, she leaned against the second time this day.  With that last thought.  She straighten down her dress.  As it had rode up on her.   Her  bare feet hit the floor.  She feel the coolness of metal underneath.   Hold for a moment, in pose.  Not sure if she hang out on the bridge much longer or head on down.