Abby may have been a bit more circumspect than Gavin about the quantity of her lunch, but she was [i]no[/i] slouch herself when it came to speed, already grazing her hungry way through some of the fixings long before she finished preparing her own sandwich. Gavin's question caught Abby with her mouth - quite literally - open as she leaned over a jar of dill pickle spears, just about ready to sink her teeth into the crispy vinegary goodness before she got back to the business of a turkey and Swiss sandwich on wheat.

For the first time, Abby didn't understand where Gavin was going with his question, but she never once thought anything that came across that brilliant mind could be considered "ridiculous." Abby's forehead scrunched up curiously, and she took a large bite of her pickle while she thought about what he asked. She also pushed the edges of the pickle between her teeth and lips, impishly tossing Gavin a big green cucumber-y grin before she sucked the pickle back into her mouth with a chuckle. 

[i]Classy... Heh, way to make sure he knows he dodged a real date bullet there... [/i]

Abby chewed her pickle half slowly, a soft [i]'hum'[/i] letting Gavin know she was considering his question, even as she struggled to open the enormous jar of mustard. But her hands were just a little too pickle-vinegar-wet to pry it open, and so she grabbed a nearby dishtowel and offered the whole to Dr. Park with a hopeful, apologetic look in her eye. Men opening stuck jars: it was a universal and quintessentially human trait that, apparently, would follow these last remnants to the far reaches of the universe.

"Well sure there are Gavin," she said when the first half of her pickle disappeared down her throat, "There are plenty of essential personnel who require more-or-less extensive debriefings before their predecessors have to go into cryo-sleep. Like say... well, cryotechs for one, who have to be over their own cryo-sickness before they wake up the next shift. I was woken a few days ago too, so Lee could brief me thoroughly about the God-awful mess Second Shift left behind."

Abby was shameless with the layering of the Swiss cheese between the turkey slices, a one-for-one proposition that made the turkey far more condiment than the cheese was intended to be. "Then there's a few medical personnel if remember right, and even some of the more tech-y folks, the engineers and the like who have to maintain the [i]Copernicus'[/i] servers - particularly the NI servers. The overlap could be days, even upward of a week or two, depending."

"But of course there's also varying Shift lengths as well - there's always some overlap there too. Sure, most people are going to be awake for a year, for one Shift. But there's some specialties that are pretty scarce, and not everyone serves a one year Shift. You know that though Gavin - I think you have... What? A five year shift? A neuroscientist [i]and[/i] a geneticist - not as common as you might think!" Abby laughed softly as she tore off a few pale green leaves of fresh butter lettuce.

"I think you have a similar Shift length too, don't you Dr.... Park. [i]Park,[/i]" she awkwardly corrected herself with a sheepish smile. "As the Copernican head of security, I'll be awake for three more years myself... But why do you ask? What are you thinking Gavin?"