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"Ricky Gordon."

That was his name, yes? Minerva found herself embarrassingly unsure. She'd neglected to commit it to memory as she had with the others, and though she was pretty sure she had it right, she wasn't entirely so. She'd kind of glanced over him until now, and that bothered her. He was so... Subtle. Difficult to notice. Evasive.

Now why does that sound so familiar?

"Please, join us. There's no need to be afraid."

More to the point, the crew would need to be united on this mission. Being shy and quiet wasn't exactly a problem, in her mind - were it, it would be exceptionally hypocritical. If he wanted to keep to himself, that was his prerogative. On the other hand, making connections around here was going to be important, and perhaps this was one she should forge.

Also, as another science-y type, he'd probably have interesting things to say, and so befriending him just made sense. Perhaps the young mechanic would too, though she was a little loud for Minerva's tastes-

Young. Again, that strange word had snuck in. Odd.

Noting some hesitation on his part, she gestured to a nearby chair and again tried to convince him. "You're not interrupting anything. We were just talking about beauty."

A statement as meaningless as it was poetic.