[b]Caelum C. Jameson[/b]

Standing somewhat awkwardly, shifting from side to side in the mud, Caelum stared at the newcomer in an attempt to associate him with one of the blacked out files. It had been clear in length alone which was Risty's, same for Nicki's, and the others had named on them. It must've been one of the various blank files, little more than a cardboard folder and a piece of pure, A4 paper lying inside it. Scott Riley, huh. 

"Nice to meet you - even if you are a bit late. I'm Caelum," she ended up saying, taking the file with a pensive frown plastered across her face – almost as if she wanted to say something but hadn't quite worked it out yet. Pistons were firing somewhere inside her brain, connecting dots and nicknames to faces. 

"Did you just call my doctor a psychopath?" asked Caelum as if she were talking about the weather, absently leafing through the file with an false expression of disinterest across her face. "That's offensive, if you did. I prefer the name F. Sharpe for her – you know, like the musical note? – and... what does 'Hulk Smash' even [i]mean[/i]?" Turning quickly towards the now-open ship, she gestured for the crew to head inside to stand in the cargo bay, knowing that the internal doors would be locked until the passcode was entered for them. 

She didn't particularly want to think about the offensive new Psyche, not when she had one already, and didn't turn back for an answer. Instead, she busied herself with the files.