“Well, I think this is going to be a great time, don’t you?” George commented, glancing down at the plastic bin he had tucked under one arm. The bin had small holes in the lid, and there was a vaguely earthy smell coming from within. The officer himself had his casual clothing on, just a black tee-shirt and thick denim jeans. He was standing on the observation deck of the Sentinel, having physically arrived on the vessel a few hours previously. He just liked to have a good tour of the place before resting. Plus, the environment in the terrarium needed to settle a bit before he could transfer his darlings over into it.

Speaking of his darlings, he should probably stop by medical - for their check in as well as his own. The tall man turned and headed down to Medical, whistling all the way. When he arrived, the plastic bin was placed down on an empty table while George leaned against said table, humming to himself.

George, Sci