Clint/Crew Quarters

Clint paused in aligning the print on the wall, certain that he was forgetting something. Well, never mind that, he had something else to focus on. Looking at the image of blue aquatic planet they had passed recently, he moved it a few feet to the right in order to balance out the red gas giant on that wall.

"Right, the bridge..."

He had been so intent on the task that he had nearly ignored the announcement, his mind filing it away as unimportant. He made a last adjustment and pressed the tape home, securing the picture to the wall. Smiling, he whistled a tune as he left his cabin and leisurely walked to the bridge. He picked up the pace, his mind at last relinquishing the last bits of the captains message.

"We have work to do."

He smiled with a glee barely held in check but the eyes above it hardened as Clint reached the doorway. He stepped through and took a single step to the side, lingering just inside of the doorway.