Snippet #1828214

(OOC: Can I just assume that Dimka got my top bunk? XD)

Amos blinked in surprise as a woman approached his bunk and claimed the top bunk above his. He slid a bit farther into his bed and averted his eyes as the stranger collected her own pillow from her bag. His sapphire eyes gazed elsewhere as he tried to distract himself as much as possible from the inevasible... article in front of him. He gave up and decided to put his head in his hands, he prayed to any god out there - for he was an atheist - that the female gender would may not hinder him anymore than it had affected him for the first five minutes they had just entered into the quarters.

He had promised himself to make a good impression during the initiation, he wasn't much for socialization but he understood how one snarl, for no real excuse, may sway the other team members's feelings of him. He understood how he had to gain their trust, something he had always objected to doing for years. He had his own personal reasons to not like people in general, as a whole, but women.. He just could not get used to them and knew he never would. Once they reached to Antarctica he would guarantee to shout out all his complications into the cold air, his problems would manifest into steam before spreading out into the atmosphere.

He raised his head and reached out his hand to touch her shoulder. He then did a double take and instead stretched his forearm to grab his rucksack that was lying on the floor beside the woman, taking care not to meet the her gaze while doing so. He snagged a can of baked-beans and a can opener in amidst the rest of his supplies.