[h1][center]Masha[/center][/h1]

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The display on the treadmill: [color=f26522]7 kilometers, 235 meters[/color].

[i][color=39b54a]Aww, I am not even half done![/color][/i] Masha thought taking off the pulse measuring band from her arm and shutting the running machine down. [color=0072bc]"Roger that"[/color] she said lazily into the microphone and took a sip of electrolyte-enhanced water. Sure she wouldn't be late if she but sat down for a minute or two to catch her breath? Of course not. That much she could do. Besides, she had the captain as her role model, and he didn't seem to be much enthusiastic about his job; and he had much greater responsibilities than deciphering scribbles, which is what she spent most of her days doing. Not that she didn't like her job, she in fact enjoyed it; but the fact was, the ship did not depend upon it. At least not at the moment.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead and breast, put the towel around her neck and sat down to change into her regular shoes at least, since she would have no time to shower or change. She wasn't sure if she actually preferred getting up so early now, or if she had her circadian rhythms messed up, but it felt relaxing and serene with no one around. That was one thing she was certain about: she was still shy around most of the crew, even after almost a whole month spent with them. [color=39b54a][i]We'll work on that.[/i][/color] She would have to work on that indeed, if she were to be of use during the mission which was about to commence. [color=00a651][i]Why else would he bother everyone at this hour?[/i][/color]

She went down the well-lit corridors, very bright and sterile looking, almost as if she were in a doctor's office. But she felt refreshed there because of the cooling systems. The place reminded her of that movie the crew watched together recently, on old flick, [color=00a651][i]what was it's name again? The Russian one? Ah, yes, [b]Solaris[/b]! What a long bore! But I did like it. I wonder if something like that could exist. A living ocean, giving us illusions. Hopefully not.[/i][/color] A few slide doors and a lift ride later, she was approaching the briefing room. She cleared her throat, corrected her hair as best as she could, fixed her posture, and went in. 

[color=0072bc]"Good morning, captain," [/color]she said. [color=0072bc]"Gar, Nexus," [/color]she added and nodded to each of them, smiling. She contemplated sitting down but thought it better to remain standing for the moment for she didn't know where to sit: whether to take the chair beside one of the crew members or sit away from them. Moments such as those, ridiculous as they were, knew how to giver her troubles. So she remained standing, with an excuse ready, namely, that she had been in the middle of working out and didn't want to get too relaxed by sitting, because she planned on continuing once the meeting was over.