Owen Reece watched her, it certainly seemed easy to make her happy but he could not imagine spending time awake and not having something to occupy it. Work made one useful and the more work there as to do, the less time there was to spend on dwelling on the fact they were a mere speck of life floating in an ocean of emptiness. He gave her a half smile and his pale eyes lit up, "Yes, that means you can stay. As long as you don't mind working around a bunch of rough neck miners and grease monkeys." 

He paused as he saw her attention diverted toward the beeping alert on her notepad and he took the time to look over the office that would be his. It was basic and small, enough room to get the job done. Managing people was never Reece's favorite part of the job, he preferred to be behind the stick of whatever aircraft or big machine he was piloting. He had hoped that since they were a group of select professionals, it would be easy but already he had to deal with picking up after the last shift who seemed to have descended into a spiral of apathy and there was Deli, an unknown factor in the equation of his team. Pauline and Connor were easy going enough and he knew Bill beneath the crusty exterior was as quick as they come. 

"It's nothing to apologize for," he waved his hand at her, sitting on the edge of the desk. He noted the change of her expression but as he had just met the girl, he did not pry. There was obviously something going on for her to be awake and it would come out sooner or later. "And you're welcome, Pauline. Guess you gotta home here as long as you want it." 

He offered her his hand to shake on it, pleased to feel her soft fingers again and he tried not to squeeze to hard, mindful of the aching scratches on his hand.

A knock at the door interrupted them, Reece turned and grinned crookedly at her, "Abby, I don't know what they told you but I swear it wasn't me." 
He stood up off the desk and ticked his head to welcome her in. "C'me on in, just watch out for that furry bastard under the chair there." 

Reece looked her over with admiration, she struck a fine figure in her uniform and perfect blend of authority, intelligence, and Nordic beauty. He recalled his first meeting with Sergeant Larson when he and Bill had managed to get themselves in a fight with a bunch of wanna be gang bangers at the gas station outside the base. Abby and showed up with the cavalry just in time, though both of the miners would say they had the fight won either way. She looked the other way on the poker games by making him swear not to invite anymore outsiders to play and scared off the kids with threats of military justice. 

"What can I do for you, Sarge?" he asked, curious to see why she was down there and immediately his senses were up, wondering if she was going to change their teams or anything about backgrounds had come to light. 

Reece felt something brush his leg and he glanced down just in time to see the big cat make a dash for the door and streak into the hangar. He shook his head, flexing his bandaged hand and muttered, "And stay out."