As Zakharin finished the instant coffee more of the pilots trickled into the mess hall. The old marine greeted them as they came to the table. Fishing out the leather case in his breast pocket as he listens to Artemie's story. He agreed with Holden's assessment that the Lunite must be here for a desire to explore the unknown. Taking out one of the cigars from the package he took a moment to glance around the

“If we're lucky we will all get some place named after us.” He said cutting the cigar.

He took a quick glance over to Adam. The old marine noticed the way the Martian was looking around the room. He figured that Adam was getting upon the same train of thought he was on. As quickly as it appeared the younger man covered it up with a grin. Zakharin made a mental note to talk to the Martian about it when the opportunity presented itself as he open his lighter.