He was still there, half-dozing off in moments where he'd managed to fall into the sound of machines cycling, waking up again when something went into a different pitch. He'd heard snippets of the crew talking while he'd been working, mentioning they were due in orbit soon around... what was it? Risa?
But he was in one of the awake moments when the door opened, and blinked the haze out of his mind; he was nearly invisible, but not completely, and he certainly wasn't in the best position to ward off an attack.
So, he stood up, wincing a little, and cast a look to see who it was before an almost weary look crossed his face and he clasped his hands behind his back. "Sir."
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Date: 2009-08-09 12:42 am (UTC)But he was in one of the awake moments when the door opened, and blinked the haze out of his mind; he was nearly invisible, but not completely, and he certainly wasn't in the best position to ward off an attack.
So, he stood up, wincing a little, and cast a look to see who it was before an almost weary look crossed his face and he clasped his hands behind his back. "Sir."