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Andreev

Perhaps not surprisingly, there wasn't much for the microbiologist to do until the samples started coming in. Andreev had spent the last two years familiarising himself with the available research– most of which was still available at the touch of a screen in his lab. He hadn't been too disappointed that he hadn't been among the first to land on Mars. He'd get down there soon enough, and until they finished the initial work he'd only be in the way. Thus, he had spent the remainder of the previous evening deep in a daydream about what his first time on Mars would be like, and time had simply passed.

He started the day by nigh obsessively cleaning his lab. By the time he finished with all the equipment, it was well past lunchtime. He acquired a quick snack from the canteen, and returned to his research notes. When the time came to greet the returning crew, he made his way down to the docking area with a few others. The crew barely had time to set foot inside before the questions came:

"How did it go?"

"Yeah! How did it go? Was it totally awesome?!"

Andreev put his hands in his pockets, looking out at the returned. Some seemed indifferent, others were still clearly overcome with the excitement. He nodded to a few of them, deciding not to speak up in fear of attracting attention away from the captain's question. He and Piper already had a strained relationship, he didn't need to go making it worse.