Park chewed his belated lunch slowly, somewhere between deep concentration, mild mourning, and planning the rest of the afternoon's would-be adventures. Certainly nothing could be so enlightening as another run-in with Mr. Bach -- or Hob, as it were -- though visiting that one brave cryo-tech could well prove to have its advantages, if for nothing other than sating his (albeit, morbid) curiosity.

And yet.

The fleeting glances, wordless smiles, quiet nods, and even strange, if charming, pickle exchanges had not gone unnoticed by the pastor-turned-preacher. He had long since suspected himself of having walked in on far more than an informative lunch, and despite all the care bath Gavin and Abby had taken to keep from making him a third wheel, it was quite clear he was fated to be one, nonetheless. He could not have been less involved on the higher levels of communication happening here if he'd been on a different human Ark entirely. And while burgeoning flirtation was yet a refreshing thing to see...well, even a pastor could only stomach so much subdued affection.

He smiled and finished off the remainder of his sandwich, standing to collect his plate and any other dirty dishes left unclaimed. 

"Actually, you two, I think this is where our paths part. I've an appointment coming up soon I don't want to be late for, and there are a few things I want to grab from my office first. But if you'd like to go track down your cryo-tech without me, I'd be happy to give whatever an old man's opinion is worth later this evening."

Though somehow, he did not think the two would need him at all. But he did not add that part.

--

Deli watched Blue (Blue? No, his name had definitely been a name, not a color...right? Yeah, she was positive. Mostly positive) disappear into Reece's ship again, a technicolor bag of gummy sugar dangly from one outstretched fist. 

"...'kay, bye..." she half sang after him, rocking forward onto her toes as she shoveled another handful of bears into her mouth. "Ah be 'ere'f you change'r min."

Then she turned her gaze to the pretty girl who had maybe just showed up out of nowhere. She thought maybe she'd seen her down in the hangers with Reece and Curmy before, but that might have also been a lie. Deli studied the newcomer for just as long as it took the other girl to assert herself, then beamed. 

"You like gummy bears, too?" she said, thrusting the bag at the yet-unnamed girl, who looked to be even closer to her own age than Blue (Connor! That was his name! But Blue fit better) was, which was great, because she'd never really had a friend her age before, aside from her brothers, but they weren't here right now.

"I mean, it's okay if you don't, my mom hated them, she said they tasted like rubber, but I told her that was only those weird yellow ones -- do you like the yellow ones? Becuase if you do, you can have them all, but if you don't we'll just throw them away or -- " Deli quickly stopped herself saying what she'd been about to say, abruptly remembering Blue's 'burning hair' comment (she quickly shook her curls out her her eyes with a toss of her head; seconds later, they were obscuring her vision again), and instead offered her other hand, blistered and smudged with grease, but earnest nonetheless.

"Oh. Wait. Hi. I'm Deli. Do you work down here, too?"