Antoine decided he'd whistle while he walked.

Just a simple tune, four beats repeating over and over and over again. Occasionally he'd slow down for a beat or two, or speed up, adding variety whenever the fancy struck him. It was a good way to occupy his stroll through familiar hallways dotted with unfamiliar people. A way to keep his mind focused on... nothing in particular, really. That was the beauty of whistling, he could just... [i]whistle[/i] and think of nothing more than that.

Humming was the troublesome one. That was always when he needed to focus on something else, and the noise around was... distracting.

So Antoine focused on focusing on whistling, and little more. Ms. Albright's offices and more had been in somewhat unfamiliar territory, but he was back on the old walks again now. Left at this fork, straight through that one, don't fall for the poorly-worded signs. There was no need to stop and wonder as he moved along, no need to spare a second thought on direction. 

Which made the walk nicer still. It meant he could keep sparing thoughts on whistling.

He paid little attention to those passing by, ensuring he avoided crashing into anyone at the very least. A man roughly his age stood out from the rest, briefly, knocking on one of the office doors. Checkup? Concerns? Possibly both, but it wasn't for Antoine to pry, the cryo-tech settling for a grin and a nod as he continued by. His own destination was just a few doors down the hall, no need to knock... just to type, dexterous fingers reaching out in deft strokes to answer the questions posed by the flickering screen.

[i]Password?[/i]

'7-9-3-3-0-9-7'

[i]Password accepted... Please input personal ID.[/i]

'3-3-6-4'

[i]...ID accepted. Welcome, Antoine Eadoré... Please select reason for entry.[/i]

'Inventory check- Cryobed Medication.'

[i]Request logged... Entry accepted.[/i]

"Why thank you." Another wide grin accompanied the words as Antoine opened the now-unlocked door. Password, ID, reason, the life of a cryo-tech at work, it seemed. Everything needed to be logged, documented, recorded and re-recorded. As unavoidable as the human element was in the cryo-process, it remained fallible. Records meant you could always find where a mistake had been made, maybe even catch it before it became a problem. It meant a tech always knew who to approach for what information, that the higher-ups knew what was going on without constant meetings and checkups... and that any serious issues could be tracked down and dealt with.

In theory.

Today, it was simply the last task on Antoine's list. Stand amidst the giant tanks that fed this wing of cryo-beds, t get the programs running that would check up on medication levels for each. Everything should be in order, and the beds own monitors would sound alarm if their stores dropped too low, but routine was everything. A tech's primary job was to ensure things ran [i]smoothly[/i]. No alarms, no errors, no reason to demand an increase in manufacturing or otherwise tax the fragile balance of the [i]Copernicus[/i] ecosystem. Check, double-check and log the data. If you find a problem, fix it, log it, move on. Can't fix it yourself? Call it in, log it, get it fixed, log it. Now that the shift was awake, about and fully out of the hands of the cryo-techs, checking and logging were the jobs Antoine could look forward to for quite some time.

At least the hours were better, now.

Chuckling at the thought, he scanned over the information as the programs spat it out, chuckling some more to fill the air in the absence of whistling. So far so good, nothing too far out of expected. Everything had been refilled after the second shift, and so should all be near full. The measurements were exact, allowing Antoine to easy compare the actual numbers to predicted levels, and spot out the differences...

...Like that one.

"Minor variation, less than half-a-percent. Not recorded during the last checkup..." A few more taps on the monitor dominating his view singled out the drug in question. A 'reanimator' medication, central-nervous-system-stimulant. Worked with a few others to help ensure a sleeper's body functions [i]increased[/i] during the waking process, rather than the other way. The program hadn't found the loss in his previous checkup, just before the sleepers were set to awake... which meant...

Chuckling some more -myth or not, mirth proved a wonderful medicine for the mind- Antoine made his way over to the tank that held the drug in question. Most was set back through the wall of the room, only part of it's edge jutting out with all the rest, a ladder leading up to an access panel above. It was that ladder than Antoine crouched beside, going to all fours to peer closely at a spot where it had been welded to the tank.

Aha.

Perhaps the solder job had been rushed, or it was simply past time to be re-worked, but a small trickle of liquid stood out to his keen eyes. Likely it had been there for a while, growing only recently to actually cause a measurable decrease in the tank's level. It would have to be logged and reported, repairs made and the predictions re-evaluated to account for the minor loss.

Nothing horrible, nothing damning, just a small problem with an easy fix. Antoine nodded calmly to himself and stood, retrieving the small bottle that had been placed there before. A little liquid sloshed about inside, hidden quickly as he capped and stashed it in his bag, turning back to the flickering monitor.

Finish the program, log the findings, send an alert about the leak. With that, his job for today was done, and he could actually head to his room for a nap.