Donovan strode through one of the many hallways of the [i]Mother of Invention[/i]. He passed a technician, who he greeted with a hearty "good morning!". Donovan was taking his time one his way through area of the ship. Though he was glad to be working with the crew of the [i]Mother of Invention[/i], and his new comrades in arms, he found the atmosphere of the ship a little unnerving. It wasn't at all like the military vessels he had served on for so long, and there were as many scientists and administrators as there were soldiers aboard. The other freelancers were also far from the most sociable bunch, and of the little contact he had with them, it was clear that he would have trouble ingratiating himself with them.

Donovan approached the elevator that would take him to the meeting room where he was to briefed; there was no use being late. With a jab, he summoned the vessel, and boarded it. He hummed quietly along to the elevator music. The doors dinged softly to notify him that he had arrived, and he stepped out of the elevator.

Once again, Donovan was meandering down nearly empty halls, greeting any who crossed his path. When he finally reached the briefing room, he found it more empty than the hallways he wandered moments ago. He took a seat, and sighed. Donovan didn't like being alone for very long.