Connor returned Abby's grin and gave the woman a salute while throwing in a wink. He was glad it got a laugh out of someone, anyone that glanced at it so far had either rolled their eyes or looked away in disinterest. He put his feet down when someone sat down in the chair they had been perched on and he forced himself to sit up. He went back to looking around once Abby's focus shifted back to her work. [i]Jesus Christ![/i] His eyes widened when he saw a giant of a man walk down the steps of the auditorium, a plate full of donuts in one hand.

Where did he get donuts? There were actual donuts somewhere on board? Connor could go for a couple of donuts but the briefing was about to start soon and there was no way he could track some down and get back in time. He considered asking the guy for one but decided against it. The man looked like he'd probably rip his arm off and then beat him to death with it if he approached him the wrong way. Connor liked his arms in their appropriate places and he also liked breathing. 

Someone sat down right next to him and he shifted awkwardly in his seat, inching himself a little more in the opposite direction. The man gave him a slight nod, paused to glance at his shirt then turned to look forward again, rolling his eyes. Yeesh, did everyone wake up on the wrong side of the cryo-stasis bed? [i]Actually they did.[/i] Connor had been lucky enough to come out of the stasis with little more than a small headache and a queasy stomach which he'd been able to sleep off. It looked like everyone else was fighting a stomach bug and he felt sympathy for them; it certainly explained why everyone looked like something crawled up their exhaust pipe and die.

Well except the guy that had yelled 'oorah' down at the front, he looked like he had injected pure caffeine and sunshine into his nut sack before coming to the auditorium. 

"So," Connor snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at the man next to him when he spoke conversationally. "What's your job on the ship?" 

Connor knew he wouldn't believe him but he shrugged and answered honestly, "I'm a mechanical engineer. My job is to maintain and repair some of the mining ships."

The older man looked at his hair then glanced at his tattoo's. "No seriously what do you do?" He asked blandly.

Now Connor felt like rolling his eyes. He knew that it was hard to believe he had an IQ higher than the prices at fast food places with the way he looked so he couldn't blame people for being doubtful. Though not many were so upfront about their doubt like the man next to him. Usually he got a surprised "really?" or a startled laugh. He didn't really care what people thought of his looks, the proof of how well he did his job was in his work. 

"That's what I do." He said with another shrug. "I'm smarter than I look." He added with a slight smirk. 

"Yeah okay." He grunted as he waved at someone in a row further down then stood up and left to go sit with them.

Brushing off the encounter Connor eyed the tall guy (he wasn't exactly hard to miss even sitting down) with the donuts, his growling stomach making him either a littler braver or a littler stupider because he was seriously considering getting up and asking for one. He didn't know how long the briefing would last and it technically had been three years since the last time he had the deep fried sugary goodness of a donut. [i]Question now is, is a donut worth the possibility of being mauled?[/i]