Abby laughed as she shook her head, rolling her eyes at the thought of Gavin's impending senility, and then took a large bite of her mostly Swiss cheese sandwich, flavored with a little turkey and butter lettuce and mustard. She chewed slowly, thoughtfully, as Gavin continued, determined not to choke on her food as the implications of Gavin's words slowly dawned on her, and she could have kicked herself for not seeing this before.

And as Park continued , all the other pieces Gavin hinted at fell into place, and a stomach-churning puzzle of the absolutely worst case scenario started coming together. No, it was not horrific enough a thought that the murderer would have had an accomplice - an accomplice who, for whatever reasons counted as "good" in the mind of a killer, Adams would not give up. But that this accomplice should still be flying under everyone's radar, completely above suspicion it seemed - and still roaming the [i]Copernicus'[/i] halls? 

Abby took another bite of her sandwich, having learned years ago that no matter the shitstorm hurtling all around, you'd best eat while you could, because God alone knew when the next opportunity would come. But the levity on her face had long since faded, and Abby sighed through her nose with frustration. Always best to assume the worst, she'd learned - a lesson that didn't really mesh with her naturally optimistic nature, though it sure did square right with most of human nature. Always assume the worst, and you're never disappointed - and sometimes, you even get to be pleasantly surprised.

Not likely, the latter, but that's why they call them "surprises."

"We planned to go see the helpful cryotech after lunch," she said to Park, a nod of her head and a small smile for Gavin to let the psychiatrist-pastor know just exactly who she meant by "we." 

"The French gentleman, if you noticed him - well, the only cryotech with the guts to stand up and give his name at the briefing this morning, at least? Antoine Eadore. We were already hoping for a little insight into the mechanics of cryosleep, to see if Adams really did lack the capacity or wherewithal to commit those murders. And while we're hitting him up for his technical expertise, I suppose it can't hurt to see if he knew Adams too, or who - if anyone - Adams might have associated with too."

She wasn't going to start a panic on the ship that a murderer-rapist might still be walking among them - not yet, not until their conjectures had a little more substance behind them. Abby leaned over the counter and grabbed another pickle out of the jar by Park now, laying it on her plate for later. She let out a slow breath, and then realized she was scowling as the grim thoughts rolled through her thoughts. Quickly she shook her head, looked to Gavin and gave him a wan smile and a wink. [i]'You know, he's not a half-bad detective for an egghead scientist,'[/i] she thought, and the smile instantly brightened to a grin worth the name.

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Pauline was pretty sure that whoever she saw at her next OB appointment was going to be really proud of her. In absolutely [i]no[/i] way was she shirking exercise in her pregnancy regimen, and particularly not today! Whether it was playing tag through the [i]Copernicus'[/i] halls with Mowzer, or sprinting back to the office she'd just cleaned before she lost the job she'd worked so hard to get in the first place, Pauline just knew she was going to be sore later. 

At least it would be that good, muscle-achy sore that said she'd been getting a pretty decent workout, and the young woman laughed as she snatched at the edge of the enormous hangar doors as she catapulted herself in a multi-colored knit rainbow back into Hangar Six. Almost... [i]Almost[/i] Pauline rushed headlong to the office, but when she saw the azure flag of Connor's hair on the way to the office, she slowed to a job. shouting something about... Something about [i]'Loretta?'[/i] Starting on her own, and he had to talk to Owen? 

Well that would probably keep her out of the office for a while yet - honestly, she wasn't having much luck today, getting back inside. Ah well, maybe at the very least, Owen hadn't really noticed her absence? Yet?

Pauline stopped jogging right outside "DELI'S PLACE!", bending forward with her hands on her knees before she turned toward the female plea and all its sugary promise. Panting softly, she turned to peer up to the pretty young wman with the lovely wild dark hair, her face a tender pink beneath the light smattering of freckles, only just starting to shine with sweat. "I'll... I'll take Connor's share... " she panted with a grin, "Silly guy doesn't... Doesn't get the amazing-ness of gummy bears... Does he?"