...'neath the vault of the heavens, 'ere we depart....

[Dracos]

Kelly, seeing the conversation had moved on, made no move to interrupt and regain the center of attention.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"I had a look or two," Finn admits.  "Readin' over pages ain't my fing, though.  It ain't real 'til you get yer mitts on it, right?  Sweet ship, though, looks to be like.  Can't wait!"

[Rezantis]

"The specs don't do it justice," Kieran continues brightly, "that ship is a marvel."  He looks like he's about to continue, then catches himself.

"I don't believe I caught your name either, sorry . . ." he says to Finn, extending a hand.

[Bjorn]

"Finn Ezekiel," she replies, taking Kieran's hand with her own small, slight one.  "Pleased to meetcha."

[Rezantis]

Kieran shakes Finn's hand - his own not much larger than hers, really.  

"It's a pleasure," he says, withdrawing his hand again, and then offering it to Eric.  "Sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier . . ."

[Brian]

"Eric S`on-D`urth," Eric replies nodding, but not moving to shake Kieran's hand a second time.  "And this is Mr. Riley," he says, indicating the man sitting between Eric and Kieran.  "I apologize, Mr. Riley, I should not speak over you to Mr. Abernase."

[Ebiris]

"Quite alright," Albert waves it off, already looking a little bit wobbly from how he's been hitting the wine while the others talk. "Nice to meet you all," he nods to his fellow crewmembers, now that he no longer has someone else to distract him. "Since I don't think I've mentioned it already, I'm communications officer, second class."

[Bjorn]

"Wotcha," Finn replies brightly.  "I'd imagine you'd be pretty damn good at that."

[Brian]

Switching to the more complicated and less efficient speech paterns of Old Earther, Eric asks, "And how fluent are you in the old language?"

[Ebiris]

"I'm passably fluent in several languages from Earth," Albert replies in English, before switching back to congressional standard. "It's my duty to support the primary communications specialist, although I haven't met him, yet... I imagine he'll be the one who'll handle anything interesting, while I just make sure the equipment stays in order."

[Brian]

Eric nods at this.  "Undoubtedly," he says, also in congressional standard once more.  Pushing his plate away from himself as the waiters come around to clear the dishes, he sighs.  "Well, that's tonight, then.  I suppose we have just a little bit of time before we are to be frozen and sealed."

[Bjorn]

"'Bout time," Finn grumbles.  "I didn't sign on for all this posh garbage."  She nods at the waiter taking her plate, grabs her water glass, slams it back, and then passes it over to the server.  "Sooner we gets in the cooler, sooner we're out, right?"  

She makes a face, then.  "Hope they don't faw me any more'n they need to."

Edit:  Remember to use all the words!

[Brian]

Eric grunts at that, not really paying attention.  He seems to be looking fixedly at the First Crew, which is getting progressively more smashed, with the exception of one of the Attorneys, and Dragon Hodges.

[Ebiris]

"Being frozen isn't my idea of a good time, but at least we won't be aware for it. Just pop out forty years from now feeling like it's tomorrow," Albert comments inbetween putting away yet more wine.

[Bjorn]

Glancing over her shoulder at where Eric is looking, Finn frowns slightly.  Buncha nobs getting pissed... so what?  What's the big deal?

Turning back, she grins at Albert.  "Yeah, it'll feel like the day after, all right," she laughs.  "Ain't no fun in bein' iced, true 'nuff."