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Erika had correctly pegged Isaac as the ship's gossip and followed him down the halls. This may or may not have led to an incident where they had gotten 'lost' long enough for Erika to discover he either didn't have or wouldn't tell any embarrassing stories of his captain; her baby-sister.
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Still, Erika was convinced to continue-following Isaac to give him a more thorough tour. His face seemed to light-up when she mentioned there were stables outside.

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Mortimer was in a bit too much of a rush for Jarret to follow in a calm and civilized manner. His room was tidy, mostly from refusing to unpack what would not be needed, since they would have to pack it later anyways. Most of his time was spent writing a letter to [i]his wife[/i] still on station 28-1, Liza Knell.[/quote]As Mortimer sent his letter, an incoming message from his wife had arrived. She claimed to be near the point of making synthetic anagathics that could [i]temporarily reverse[/i] aging, but had made no progress in anagathics that worked like the traditional methods. The correct dosage and how to produce it in any significant quantity were yet to be solved, leaving the effectiveness and safety in question.

Still, this meant her department would get grant-money to spend on new equipment; the message, however, seemed to convey that there were strong concerns about security and safety of the staff. She had already started sleeping with a stun-gun by the nightstand.

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But Adria wandered the halls briefly like a fish out of water, until Jarret offered to guide her through the various rooms of importance to a guest, an offer she gratefully accepted.
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Upon being shown her room, Adria sloughed out of her combat-armors and flopped onto the bed, then went to work re-checking the computer-mesh on her cloth-armor, running it through a handy computer-terminal, and updating its libraries for their new mission as she saw fit.

About halfway into the download she realized Jarret was still there, politely waiting to be excused. She excused him, albeit not in the most polite of tones.