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Endless wonder

Endless wonder...

Endless wonder?

"This artifact is the round table that inspired the legend of King Arthur's court. Now, it is the Warehouse's time capsule. It stores the memory of an agent's defining moment with the Warehouse. Today, you will all contribute."

Stacks of Endless Wonder!

Endless. Wonder.

Endless wonder?

Endless wonder.

Endless wonder...

Maybe my defining moment ... is all of it.

Every. Minute. That I got to spend with you guys.

Ping!

Ten Forward has a new guest: a brunette approaching middle-aged, hair shaggy, wearing an AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans. And purple latex gloves. Come on, we know it's not the weirdest thing you've seen all day.

He blinks at the room, back straightening, and then turns left and right. "Say whaaaaaaaaaa...?"

Okay, that's a lot of space outside those windows. He's been abducted by aliens! Cool. No, wait, not cool. This is not cool, Pete. Except for the fact that it totally is. It's lucky for the ship that what he had been holding before he was jumped here did not make the trip with him, or else there would be a whole lot more excitement to go along with his arrival. And okay, so maybe he blew it as far as great first words when making first contact goes (he could have said, "One small step," or, "We come in peace," or even better, "Take me to your leader"), but for all the weird voodoo someone starts to expect when they've been working for the Warehouse, getting zapped into another dimension still isn't something the manual trains you for. Or maybe it is. He doesn't know, he hasn't read all of it yet. But he has read it, so ha! Take that, Mrs. F.

Wait, where was he? Oh yeah! "...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" He looks to the left. He looks to the right. He looks to the left again NO, FAKE-OUT! Back to the right. Pete is turning in circles like a dog that's just lost his favorite tennis ball. "Uh. Guys?"

They were just here a minute ago. "... Are we on the Enterprise? Guys?"

Ooh, cookies! Pete snaps one up from a plate on a nearby table, and takes a bite. What? They were just sitting there. A lonely cookie has to be eaten.

[ooc: please come mess with Agent Lattimer, but as a quick heads-up: Pete is an overgrown kid and a giant pop culture and comics nut, so if you play a Marvel or DC character or someone from popular media, chances are very good he'll recognize you. There will be no fourth walling or canon puncturing, but if you have concerns PLEASE feel free to send me a message here or on plurk:

gabbynormal, and if I'm worried I may poke you before tagging back! Thanks, everyone!]

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A voice could be heard from the nearby booth, its speaker being a young woman looking like something from the mid 1950s. "Well someone seems happen about being dropped into all of this." she mused, her ankle currently propped up thanks to a rather dramatic skid across the lounge floor when she was winkled in. But at the same time he was reminding her of Edward Nygma, minus the creepy factor and ten times nicer. As she sipped a cup of tea she spoke again,"The name's Kringle, Kristen Kringle. And from what people have told me you're on a starship called the Enterprise after a being named Q snagged us. But then compared to my being snagged when the GCPD was being shot up things had to be nicer for you."

Hey, now, Pete is way nicer than Edward Nygma, come on! Also, he's more of a pun guy. Riddles aren't his thing.

Not that he knows what she's thinking when he swivels to face her with a mouth full of cookie, crumbs falling off his chin. Whoa, why does he have this sudden urge to invite her to the sock hop?

"Happy? Uh, I don't know about that yet," he says, frowning at her ankle. He grimaces. "Kris Kringle?" That's just unfortunate. A girl that pretty should have a way better name, he figures she must have gotten annihilated in school. "K.K. O-Kay, K.K., you're telling me we're on the Enterprise, like the starship? Then I'd say I'm... pretty much freaking out right now."

This is so cool. Where is Myka? She's gotta see this! "It figures. Snagged and bagged by Q, that plagiarizing bastard," he opines, eyes squinting. "This has got to be an artifact, right?"

"Yup, complete with almost every bad Christmas related joke known to man." Kristen observes. "And if it helps I had the same reaction but then going from one problem to this was weird enough." she offered. "And its not an artifact, at least I don't think its an artifact." racking her brain for any times she heard people around the GCPD mention anything of the sort. "But for now need an ear to bounce things off of and what year was it for you?" seeing no harm in at least making the offer (and it would keep her mind from spinning into overthinking mode).

"Two-thousand-fourteen," he answers, before backtracking to her first remark. "At least it's just May, so you've got a good six months before that starts up, right?"

He stands there with his hands on his hips, and then realizes what she's said at about a three-second delay. He moves in bursts of sharp, frenetic energy, and this time is no different. "D'oh, I'm sorry, do you need anything?"

It looks like he might try to examine her ankle for half a second before he thinks better of it and realizes he's still wearing gloves all at the same time. Real smooth, Pete. He peels one of the gloves off and offers her his hand.

"I'm Pete Lattimer, by the way," he smiles.

"Yea, at least its still early." Kristen mused, knowing she had maybe escaped the jokes at least onboard for a change. "I'm doing ok for now, will be getting my ankle looked at pretty soon and I'm not stuck on a floor so improvement?" she observed. "And lovely to meet you Pete, all things considered." Kristen had to smile now as she pointed out the other side of the booth if he wanted to join her.

Lovely to meet you? Lovely to meet you. Pete preens a little, and some of his cocky charm manages to bleed through the kid in a candy store energy he's got going on right now.

"Nice to meet you, too, K.K.," he says, turning up the wattage on his smile. "Not being stuck on the floor is a good thing. Not being stuck in the floor is also a good thing." He gets this look on his face that somehow personifies TL;DR, and scoots back to take the empty booth. "So what's the GCPD? Is that a division I've never heard of?"

He looks left, he looks right, and he drops his voice. "You know. Of the Warehouse?"

It does sound familiar to him. He figures he knows what the PD stands for, but when he mentioned artifacts she didn't flinch, so that's gotta mean she's got an idea of what's going on here, right? Maybe she's even been trapped here since a previous Warehouse. It's not like that hasn't happened oh, once or twenty times before.

"Gotham City Police Department actually. Just remember Gordon mention the term but then it could have been from a movie a lot of people had seen too." Kristen offered. "Last thing I remember was the squad room being shot up by the Manaix and being slammed out of a bullets path, cue floor skid after that." she tried to explain what had happened.

He makes an instant connection as soon as the first syllable leaves her mouth, and that just makes him laugh like a little kid.

"Gotham, that's cool," he grins knowingly. Or so he thinks. He assumes she doesn't mean The Gotham, and that it's just a cool coincidence, until a few other words click into place. "Wait, do you mean ... do you mean, like, Jim Gordon?"

"He's a detective." Kristen nodded. She figured he either had spent time in Gotham or knew of people in the city.

"A detective?" Pete repeats.

He's got this funny look on his face, but all he says after that is: "Are you sure he's not a commissioner?"

"Totally sure." Kristen nods again. She was thinking Pete knew someone else with the same last name and this was a simple mixup. "Captain Essen had just become commissioner thanks to Loeb skipping town." she offered as a means of clearing things up (hopefully).

Oh, it clears things up all right. Pete's voice gets high and squeaky, which isn't made any more masculine by the way he covers his mouth with both hands. "Oh my god."

Commissioner Gillian B. Loeb: first appeared in Batman #404, as part of the Batman: Year One story arc.

Captain Essen: well, that's gotta be Sarah Essen, first appeared in Batman #405, future wife of one Commissioner James Gordon. Bam!

But something's wrong, the timelines aren't right.

Pete looks to the left. Pete looks to the right. "Did somebody put you up to this? Claudia! It was Claudia, right?"

"Who's Claudia?" Kristen simply asked. She then had an idea,"Does the name Oswald Cobblepot ring any bells?" since he had been a frequent mention around the GCPD within the months since Fish Mooney vanished.

Myka was sitting a nearby table, her nose in a book when she felt the plate of cookies on her table slide towards someone. She glanced up sharply.

"Hey! That was my....." Myka stopped talking mid-sentence. "Pete?"

"Myffpa?" he squeaks around a mouthful of cookie. Where did she come from? Did she use that book trick again?

He swallows without finishing chewing, waving his hands around the room. "Is this for real?"

Please tell him this is real, Myks. You owe it to an eight-year-old boy with a massive Marina Sirtis crush. Not that he'd do anything about it if this was real. Wait, that came out wrong. Wow, he's glad he didn't actually say any of that out loud. "What whammied us?"

Myka rolled her eyes fondly.... very fondly at Pete and his childish behavior. She had missed it more than she realized in her short time here without him.

"The spaceship? Yeah it's real." She smiled and looked out the window. "As for what whammied us, his name is Q."

Helena was taking a walk, not completely certain of her final destination, but she needed to get around, let herself think. Or try to do less thinking. That was one of her problems, she over-thought everything. And she currently had way too many ideas. The classes she'd been taking were allowing her to get more of a feel for the technology here. And from that came inevitable ideas for devices to build. And it brought her mind completely alive with ideas.

However, all trains of thought came to an abrupt halt when she heard a familiar voice. She hadn't heard that voice in over a year. A little smile crossed her face. She was happy to see Pete again, but she wasn't just going to come out and say as much. She moved around the corner and saw him looking every which way, a bemused smirk crossing her face.

"You of all people should know that nothing is impossible, Pete," she lightly teased, arching her brows in amusement.

He straightens up, all of that pent-up energy coming to a pause when he hears a familiar voice behind him. He doesn't turn around until he has assumed a serious face of ponderance ... or what comes closest to it for Pete. "H.G. Wells, I presume."

He turns, and sure enough there she is. He grins, adam's apple bobbing as he starts to laugh and then stops himself, turning suspicious instead. "What are you doing here? I thought you were off having naked times with Giselle on the other side of the country?"

That's right, he couldn't remember what's-his-name (Tate? Bait? Snate?), but he had no problem pulling Giselle out of the sticky reaches of his brain, just from the one time Myka brought her up.

Consider it a good sign that Helena did chuckle at how Pete initially greeted her. And then, of course, came the inevitable question of what she was doing here. Which was a slightly odd way to put it, but obviously Pete was operating on the potentially being whammied by an Artifact theory. Which wasn't out of the ordinary considering the world they were from. However, the second question made her freeze. And for a brief second, a look of utter confusion crossed her face before she tucked that away.

"I have no idea who Giselle is, but I was brought here the same way you were. A being by the name of Q brought us here, possibly because he was bored and wanted to play with those native to this universe as well as people like us." For the moment, she'd leave out the fact that Q had snapped her up from another universe or dimension. Helena Wells was becoming quite the dimensional traveler. Not to mention the jump into the future when she'd been brought to the Enterprise.

"So no, this was not caused by an Artifact, and we are really onboard the starship Enterprise." She was also for the moment not divulging that she did have a girlfriend here, if only because she knew how Pete got about the fact she was bisexual and she didn't need him getting on her case, or Zoey's, right off the bat. Unless he went further into detail on the whole Giselle aspect. Which must mean that Pete was from a point in her future. And that was a good thing to know, really.

O-kay, Pete is starting to get a vibe. It's not his strongest one, it's not telling him that something bad is going to happen right now, but something is definitely not right. He squints at H.G. The thought has crossed his mind that he's been whammied, and since she showed up out of nowhere, the thought has also crossed his mind that she might have something to do with it.

But he's nothing if not easily distracted. "No way! Q is here? Like, right now? Here?" He points at the ship, in case there was any confusion about where 'here' was. "Man, that is so cool!"

Wait. Star Trek is real? Is it Christmas? It kind of looks like Christmas. All of his Christmas wishes are coming true, and he can't wait to tell Myka I told you so.

"Are you sure this isn't, like, Roddenberry's first manuscript or something?" he adds. "This place screams Artifact."

Alright so there was a little more to the explanation process. Helena didn't have all the facts, or at least didn't pretend like she did. She had theories and deductions based off of what she'd gleaned from others since her arrival here. Which may or may not be close to the truth of the matter. And no, Pete, Helena had nothing to do with you being here. She hadn't played with the time-space continuum since the 1890s.

"Not right in this precise spot, no. But he seems to know what we are up to. He likes to mess with us now and then, it would seem." Helena wasn't entirely certain that Q was the reason she'd been haunted by Christina a couple months prior, but she was going to blame him anyhow.

"No it is not an Artifact because I was not on Earth before I showed up here. The place I was in had no Artifacts." Pete, whatever you do, don't try to convince Helena this is all some Artifact hallucination. If she starts to think Zoey is a hallucination, she will lose it. "And I was not sent there by an Artifact. I was not in contact with any Artifacts before I was taken to Niflheim."

"Niflheim?"

Pete's gotten used to having Myka by his side to translate when people start talking obscure gibberish, especially when that person is H.G. Wells. Without Myka here, his expression is as blank as an Etch A Sketch, post-shaking. But it's not all confusion, there's a growing sense of dread there, too.

"What are you talking about?" he asks with that very particular laugh he makes when he's not fooling around, not making a joke or not taking things seriously. It's the kind he makes when he's nervous, and maybe even a little threatened. Because he may not know what a Nephlahim is, but H.G. just said she wasn't on Earth before she got here.

And he understands that just fine. "H.G.?"

Oh right. Pete translation. Helena had a tendency to not explain things in Lehman's terms, or in this situation Pete's terms. So it was shifting her vocabulary and how she was going to explain this. She would try to not confuse the hell out of him.

"Alright, let's start over. You and me being here on the Enterprise is real. Q, who is an extremely powerful being, kidnapped us. He pulled us out of our respective times and places, along with many other people on board this ship, and stuck us here. Not everyone here is from Earth, and likewise not everyone is from the same Earth you and I are from." Helena stopped herself from going on about the multiverse. While it made sense to her, Pete would be horribly lost, and she didn't have a good metaphor yet for describing it to him in a way he would understand.

"When Q kidnapped me about six months ago, give or take, I was not on Earth. He kidnapped me from a place called Niflheim. I had been taken there by a similar kidnapping method." Was that simple enough? She didn't know, and she was still trying to find a metaphor to use so Pete could understand the whole multiverse thing.

And that's where her intellect and her expertise in the classics, sciences, and arts becomes her undoing, because she has failed to take into consideration one of the most poignant masterpieces of all time: the legend Mr. Stan Lee's glorious Marvel Universe. And, by extension, The New 52.

Pete gasps, covering his mouth with both hands. "Alternate universes? Like when Wolverine traveled back in time to stop Ultron and unleashed a multiversal chaos where people from all different realities were transported to other universes through the tears of reality? Does that mean that Q exists within the Omniverse? Gahhhh!" he shouts at the ceiling, fists shaking. "Of course!"

He should have known that! Come on, Pete, where's your head? It's like all those years of collecting were for nothing. "So, wait a minute."

He rubs his hand through his hair, trying to get his head around everything H.G. just said. "This ... is all real? We're in the future? A future. Where the Federation is an actual thing? And we're not anywhere near the Warehouse anymore?"

Okay wait, she explained it enough? Helena blinked, not fully knowing how to react there. She'd anticipated needing to find a metaphor, but then Pete seemed to find his own. And Helena kind of just slow blinked at him because she didn't understand who Wolverine or Ultron were. Give her a break, she's still making efforts to catch up on the century of stuff she missed! It had been made more difficult when she'd been taken to Niflheim and not had much access to books and no access to movies.

However, she quickly shook her head lightly to get out of the momentary haze.

"Yes, precisely like that. There are multiple universes. I was in a different one in Niflheim, met many people from other universes. Then Q took me from Niflheim and brought me here. Altogether I would say it has been a bit over a year since I was last on our Earth." And that also meant she and Zoey had an anniversary coming up in a couple months.

"Yes, this is real. We are in the future. We are on the starship Enterprise. We are no where near the Warehouse or Earth, for that matter. We recently just docked on an alien planet for a couple weeks. If you want, look out one of the windows, the stars are not the same as we are used to seeing from Earth."

Upon taking the cookie, there's a small dalmatian puppy jumping up at him. Mister Spots had seen Pete do the dance of his people as he turned in circles and had therefore come over to welcome the large one onto the ship.

Henry was watching this from a table not far with his cocoa. There was no danger to the man as Mister Spots was a softie and he would intervene if there was a problem. But for now, he let his dog do what he wanted. It could get quite amusing.

"Mrrfoo?" Pete addresses the puppy, holding his cookie above his head as if the dog could pull a Lebron James and jump-snatch it from his fingers. Sorry, kid, this cookie is his. Not yours. ... At least he thinks it wasn't yours. Was it? He frowns at the cookie. "Dohfg tweats?" he asks himself out loud.

Pause.

He shrugs. Still tastes good.

Pete gets down to one knee once all but a small nibble has been shoved into his mouth, and offers it (along with ear skritches) to the dog. "Hey, buddy. This your ship?"

Mister Spots smothers Pete's hand in doggy saliva as he takes in all the crumbles left on the man's hand. He gives a solitary bark in response to the question, enjoying the ear skritches. After a moment though, he moved to lie on his back asking for belly rubs instead.

Henry, on the other hand, wished he'd gotten further with magical ventriloquy act so that Mister Spots could have sounded like Dug from Up. That would really freak out the other guy if he got a real answer from the dalmatian.

Freak him out? Yeah, probably. Until he decided to keep him, of course. How awesome would it be to own a dog you could talk about girls with? Pete would have to learn what's currently hot in the dog world, though. Poodles? Labs? Blonde fur? Brunettes? And what's with clipping a dog's ears, anyway?

He grins as Spots slobbers all over his hand, smug because he's still wearing his gloves. Heh heh heh. Life hack. As soon as he's back at the Warehouse he's going to ask Artie if they can market them as dual artifact-gathering gloves and slobber-repellent.

"What is it, girl? Is Timmy stuck in the well?" he answers, wondering if it's bark once for yes or twice? Doesn't seem to matter much, though. Spots is now baring all in a pretty convincing centerfold spread. "Oh, sorry ... sir." Pete pulls off one glove and goes in for the belly rub. "Well, if it's not your ship you don't seem to be too worried about it. That's good. I think. It's kind of hard to know if I'm smelling fudge when I'm in the middle of a restaurant."

Mister Spots gave a cute headtilt at the questions, not knowing who Timmy was. But once Pete went in for the belly rub, all bets were off. He whined in pleasure and Henry decided it was probably time to step in before the man walked off with him.

"Smelling fudge in the middle of a restaurant? I haven't heard that one before."

Upon hearing Henry's voice, Mister Spots gave a yap but didn't move. Unless Henry told him to, he was going to enjoy the belly rubs as long as possible.

Pete's got a big, tongue-lolling grin on his face to match Mr. Spots just from watching him roll around on the floor. If someone were looking at him closely, they could probably find more similarities between their kind than just the way they both chase their own tails.

"Buddy, you can talk?" he gasps when his question gets answered and he can understand it, and then he tilts his head back. "Oh. Hey. You must be the owner of the cutest puppy in the world."

He holds out his hand. "Pete Lattimer."

Henry chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. The little brat's all mine. He's called Mister Spots." He took Pete's hand and shook it firmly. "And I'm Henry. Nice to meet you."

Mister Spots heard his name and his ears pricked up but when nothing else happened shortly after, he dropped his head and continued enjoying the belly rubs. This new guy was really good at them.

"Mister Spots," Pete chuckles, giving said puppy's belly an extra good rub. "I like it."

After a second Pete gets up and dusts his hands on his jeans, devoting more of his attention to Henry. He's got a good shake for a kid his age. Not that Pete knows his age, but when he was a teenager his only hand strength came from playing quarters.

"It's nice to meet you, Henry," Pete says. He looks uncomfortable for a second, but with him it always comes off in a big smile and a little laughter. "Uh, maybe this is a dumb question, but... where are we? Or more importantly: how did I get here?"

"Yeah. It's the only thing he'll respond to. Unless you're my grandfather then he'll sometimes go by a shortened version." Gold had always refused to call the dog Mister.

Mister Spots whined a little at the lack of attention once Pete stood up but was a good boy and didn't for very long. He quickly righted himself and sat by Henry's leg, waiting to see what would happen next.

"It's not a dumb question." Henry smiled. "The where is easy. We're on the USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D. In the future. The how on the other hand, not so much. There seems to be a being called Q that has control over space, matter and time. Not to mention parallel universes and pocket dimensions. He seems to be the cause according to polite opinion and my own research."

Info-dump delivered, Henry conjured a small bone with magic and gave it to Mister Spots to chew on so he would remain silent for the time being.

"Oh my god, so we're actually on the Enterprise?" Pete grins, starting to bounce in place. Everything Henry is saying sounds right. NCC-1701-D. The Future. Q. It sounds just like an episode of The Next Gen, and Pete couldn't be more excited. He keeps hopping in place, this time with giddy laughter.

He doesn't remember magic being a thing when he used to watch the show as a kid, though. He points at Henry's little trick, and the bouncing stops.

"Hey, how did you do that?" he enthuses.

Henry chuckled. Pete was looking like a little child at Christmas and he wondered if he'd looked like that upon meeting Tony Stark. He hoped not. He managed a nod at the first question but the second one required a more verbal answer.

"Oh, it's just a little magic." Just wait until he explains the family tree.

Inara's eyebrows shot up as she watched a man spinning around and the go right to a plate of cookies. Well that was a first. she smiled, obviously amused as she lifted her cup to her lips to take a sip of her tea. At least he wasn't attacking anyone, that was always a good sign. Lowering her cup, she leaned forward a bit and cleared her throat.

"Actually, you are on the Enterprise. I don't think many people know that when they show up here so I have to admit that I'm impressed."

Hey, in some cultures businesses leave a plate of baked goods out in their foyer for the customers as they arrive. Or maybe it's supposed to be when they leave? Pete takes a cookie each time, anyway, so let's call it both.

He swivels toward the voice with half a cookie still hanging from his mouth, and freezes. This would be the point where, if Pete were a Looney Tunes character, his eyes would bulge out and he'd shout "Aroooga!" Inara is, uh, in a word? Smoking hot. No, wait, that's two words. Is it hot in here?

"I'm in love with Myka! I mean," he shouts, by way of an introduction. He brushes cookie crumbs from his stomach and hooks his thumbs in his pockets, trying to be cool. "Hiiiii."

Don't worry, he's harmless. And once he gets past the initial shock, he can be pretty charming. He smiles, and takes a few shuffling steps closer to her table, holding out his hand. "I'm Pete Lattimer. Does this happen to people around here a lot?"

"Okay, that's... Nice to know?" That was very strange, but well if he felt that he had to announce who he was in love with... Good for him? Maybe he'd hit his head right before he'd arrived. Or maybe he was just slightly not all there. There were actually a lot of ors but somehow Inara managed to smile at him.

Leaning back, she wrapped her hands back around her tea mug as he began to move closer to her table. He didn't seem all that dangerous and so she let go of her mug long enough to reach out and shake his hand. "It's lovely to meet you, Mister Lattimer, I'm Inara Serra."

Now she had to think about that next part a bit and then nodded as she pulled her hand back. "About once a month it seems. Apparently some, well to be honest I'm not entirely sure what he is, a Q? Well, he's decided to bring people here from all times and places for some reason."

"Yeeeah," he replies, for lack of any better (or smoother) response. All potential excuses are completely plausible, but the truth is ... it is nice. It's new. It's ... kind of great. There are probably more adjectives he could use, but he's never been all that good with words. Not that that's obvious when he opens his mouth. "It's actually Agent. Uh, Agent Lattimer. Pete ... Agent Pete Lattimer. But Mister's good. Mister Pete. Pete. Just Pete. Hey, call me Pete."

He opens his hands in a Broadway flourish, and then immediately regrets that. "Well this can't get any more awkward. It was nice meeting you, Inara Serra. I'm assuming this is the part where you run away in terror."

But she actually keeps talking, and Pete thinks she's kind of great for that.

"The Q... wait, once a month? How many months has this been going on?" he asks.

Her eyebrows lift as he rambles on and he can certainly ramble on. Her lips twitch in amusement and she quickly lifts her cup to her lips to hide it as she takes a quick sip of her tea. She had needed a reason to smile and he's more than given her that.

"Well then, I'll call you Pete. And really, it's all right. You can call me Inara if you wish to."

She thinks for a moment and then sighs.

"I've been here about five months give or take and I know that there were people brought here long before that... How long, I can't rightly say, I'm sorry."

And they're on a first name basis, score one for Pete! Except he's really not sure how he managed to pull that one off. He smiles, looking a little like a kid picking up his first prom date, and talks himself into mellowing out.

"Five months?" he grimaces. Oh, man. That's not good. That's some really bad juju, right there. "Okay, Inara, this is important. Have you seen anyone who matches the description of a woman, about medium height and build, brown curly hair, freakish knowledge of books; o-or a guy about yea high with great fashion sense, cropped hair, and a knockout complexion?"

Myka and Steve are the easy ones. Artie ... ? "Or a little guy who personifies the word 'grumpy'?"

She quickly shakes her head and offers him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I haven't seen any of them. But I haven't exactly been looking around the ship at those who are here." Which wasn't a lie. She'd needed time to grieve over the people she'd lost back home and then somehow wrap her mind about her present situation, it hadn't been an easy process.

"So they might very well be here. Perhaps if you tell me their names, I can look around for you."

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ooc: YAY INARA!

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