Travis jumped, shifted in his seat and blinked at the youth before him. He remembered the face, the name escaped him. He ran a hand through his hair and straightened in his seat. "Yes," he said with a nod. He was indeed Travis, that much he was certain of at the moment. "Culture," he rubbed his fingers over the stubble over his chin. Then it hit. "Oliva," he snapped his fingers and pointed to her like she had been keeping her identity a secret. "Yes, I remember now. I believe I saw you when you first arrived."
Travis leaned back in his chair, that seemed to be a lifetime ago. Twenty years he had been on Pandora, both as himself and his Avatar. "There is not much to do at the moment. Some of the plants will be needing to be harvest soon. You are the one with the avatar, correct?" He nodded and eased his body off the chair. "Yes you are, that other joker had one, too. I think he had flushed his brain down the toilet before arriving here." He shook his head, staring at the counter, getting lost in the fake granite design.
He turned to Olivia once more. "Forgive me, I do ramble on. I think we will take the avatars out tomorrow morning," he stretched his arms above his head and stood on his toes, a few faint pops resulted. "If that is alright? We can go over some of the plants." He folded his arms in front of him and leaned on the counter beside him. "You know eating and food is always a huge part of culture. I am curious if you had any luck finding out what sort of things the Na'vi eat or how they are prepared." He chuckled again, adjusting his glasses. "I mean I know they eat what they can scavenge or hunt."
Travis wondered why he was so fidgety. Was it this young girl that made him so? He took a breath and let it out, putting his emotional weirdness in check. People around here had been so busy up to this point to give him much mind.