As they arrived at the pantry, and Dr. Park ruminated upon the question of Sylas Adams, Gavin took the opportunity to peek his head into one of the massive industrial refrigerators nearby. With his ears piqued to Park’s thoughts, Gavin rummaged through the sealed packages of sliced turkey, ham, pastrami, salami, and even pulled pork that filled the fridge shelves. He took them all, wrestling the packages of meat into his arms, and closing the fridge door with an impish smile curving his face.

Setting the fare upon one of the stainless kitchen preparation tables, Gavin leaned upon an elbow, and let out an audible “Hmmmm.”

That Dr. Park, along with Abby, had come to the same disturbing inclination as Gavin in regard to the seemingly simplistic Mr. Adams, was all the more unsettling. Though not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or criminologist, Gavin was a man that was accustomed to looking at the facts, and reaching conclusions based upon them. The hypothesis that continually appeared in Gavin’s mind was not a comforting one, and certainly one that had repercussions for all those aboard the [i]Copernicus[/i]. Yet, there were still too many salient facts that spoke out against his notion, and so, for the moment, Gavin did not voice his misgivings.

Instead, he took Abby’s offered sandwich fixings, and set about the task of assembling a monstrous “kitchen sink” style meal. In short order, the slices of wheat bread upon his plate were filled to the brim with slices of nearly every variety of cold-cuts that Gavin had pulled from the fridge. Finished with provolone cheese, mustard, and Thousand Island dressing, Gavin appraised his culinary creation with a satisfied nod. 

“Perhaps I should put the med-bay on alert,” Gavin joked with a snorted laugh. 

Taking the monstrosity into his hands, he picked up the sandwich, and prepared to take a bite. With his teeth poised just above the bread, he suddenly stopped. Pulling the sandwich away from his mouth, Gavin looked to Abby. His face had taken on a serious, bemused expression.

“Abby, forgive me if this is a ridiculous question, but during shift change, are there any personnel that [i]don’t[/i] rotate into stasis right away? Or at all, for that matter?”