[ He likes down time, really. Selena had been interesting and busy and full of strange things, all of which he'd found to keep his attention for the most part. But, it was nice to be back ship-side; he knew where things were here, how they operated (mostly), and the general quiet in one's quarters.
Of course, sometimes the silence became a little too overwhelming, and he got the urge to walk about. Kind of surveying what was close by, just in case. And also kind of getting his muted paranoia out in a more productive manner. Pulling his shoes on, he starts to head out, door opening with a near inaudible swish.
With it, the room light catches Jean like a deer in headlights. Were you staring at the door, Jean? Because now you've entered a weird staring contest with November by accident. ]
this will be something else
Of course, sometimes the silence became a little too overwhelming, and he got the urge to walk about. Kind of surveying what was close by, just in case. And also kind of getting his muted paranoia out in a more productive manner. Pulling his shoes on, he starts to head out, door opening with a near inaudible swish.
With it, the room light catches Jean like a deer in headlights. Were you staring at the door, Jean? Because now you've entered a weird staring contest with November by accident. ]
Mr. Kirstein.