[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/20776/posts/ooc?page=8#post-581005]Dr. Penelope Kate[/url] signed the next form, turned the page, and kept right on signing. It was some monstrous combination non-disclosure, release of liability, complicated legal sheaf of paper that seemed to never end. She'd already [i]been[/i] on the ship, how did it make sense for her to sign yet more forms now? All she could do was roll her eyes at the inefficency of it all and sign on the dotted lines as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, she was free to think about other things.

For once, her mind wasn't contemplating the latest neurological scans of pre-ascended beings (one Dr. Rodney McKay, a fellow Canadian, from over seven years ago), the useful screw ups of a mid-level Decision Maker in Homeworld Command (photos of his mistress were currently hidden on a flashdrive in her bag), or careful analysis of the people around her, should they suddenly need to become urgently useful. Instead, she thought about the first thing that she'd noticed when she entered the base cafeteria: the wall. Who the hell decided to color it pink with a yellow stripe? It was nauseating.

It was still a little odd to be back on a base with mixed civilian/military crew. The shakedown cruise was, with few exceptions (including herself) all military, while the base had civilians - mostly scientists - who would ship out with the crew on board the [i]Langford[/i]. She hadn't really gotten to know anybody too well on the shakedown cruise, and those that she did know weren't more than acquaintences. People tended to treat her differently when they learned that she created neutron bombs for a living (and those were probably the most tame thing she'd designed). It was always so annoying. Just when she'd start to get to know someone and how they worked, just when she would learn which buttons to press when to get the desired result, they'd figure out what she did and suddenly she had to start all over again. As a result, she tended to avoid getting too attached, opting for getting to know just enough about people.

So it didn't surprise her that all she knew about the person who sat down across from her was their name.