Elizabeth listened to them all, her eyes closed against the light once more, her head throbbing a little. So many thoughts were jumbled up... If someone were to open her head up at that moment, the thoughts, all unorganized, might spill onto the floor... Might continue spilling with no stop, for with every new thought, a new series popped up. In all, her head was creating a spider web type of thing in which she was stuck.

But, the voices of her fellow crew mates continued to interrupt different tangents of thoughts, and different comments created new tangents. So, all she could really do was merely sit there and think on them all... Sit there and organize thought after thought. And hope that something would finally be pieced together correctly and then, hopefully, it would make sense. Sighing, she finally opened her eyes, the harshness of the light, a painful reminder that she was about to embark on one of the most dangerous and crucial missions of the age...

And she had an important job to do. If she navigated wrong, she could lead them into danger... Into, God forbid... Death. Shaking her head, she now looked over to her roommate, a pink-hair gentleman with a soft Irish voice. Funny, because when they had met earlier, he seemed much more flamboyant. Had Dr. Fionn's telling of the mission calmed him down? Perhaps, for the moment... To Elizabeth, the man that stood before her, the man that she would be sharing a room with, seemed somewhat deep, in a strange way...