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"Hey, I didn't say anything at all." Stryker said, throwing one hand up in a mock-surrender "You don't have to impress me. Happy for you, about... you know. I know it's been a while for you, but in the future, you really ought to close up the door to the cockpit. I can't speak for anyone sleeping downstairs here, but I had my door closed up and it still sounded pretty loud.... like a screaming banshee."

He chuckled briefly at his own joke. It was all in good fun, Tib had to know that from his tone of voice alone. Still, he thought he caught her blushing for a second, that was sort of cute.

[i]'Get ahold of yourself man, it's just Tib.'[/i]

Pax walked in, looked around awkwardly, then left again in a hurry. Stryker tried to wave hello, but he took off too quickly.

"Anyway," he said, a bit more straight-faced "SAL mentioned that the ship is back to 100%. We're supposed to be waiting for another Alliance ship, but according to the guy that dropped off Henry here, they're running late. Our docking clearance is still good for another few hours, so if anyone's got business on the Station, do it now. Tib, I'll be up there to help with pre-departure checks when I can. First I gotta see what the overlords have planned for us this time."

He finished off his second cup and walked out of the kitchen, waving the small black Alliance envelope like a fan. On the way back up to his quarters, he repeated his message about their approaching departure to play over the loudspeakers for those who weren't in the galley. He walked in to his room and deposited the envelope along with his datapad onto the desk, turning to find a bit of a strange sight. The door to his ensuite bathroom was open and from where he stood, Stryker could see the mirror was fogged up. He'd taken a hot shower that morning after getting up, but surely the steam would have dissipated by now? Curious.