Dr Knell nodded, and then sighed when he was being relegated to being servant simply because Dawes was quicker to his ass, and fetched the can of orange-drink, and a beer for Adria, since ex-military techie looked like she'd need [i]something[/i] to get her to relax after hearing Dawes talk about unexplored tech that could be bought for scrap-value.

"I'll prepare your treatment. In the meantime, Adria, I suggest you wear something neater than... [i]that[/i]."

"Ah, don't worry about it. You'll both look [i]fine[/i]." Isaac quickly responded while placing his arms around the shoulders of the two women.

It was then the stench from Mr Dawes's perspiration hit the two like a tidal-wave. Adria quickly got up to leave the room.

"He's right though, I should clean up the cargo-bay and reset the gravity to standard across [i]all[/i] decks. And Isaac, take a cold shower."