[Not something Edmund thinks will ever happen- waking up to grinning faces, that is. Not here. Still, he's thinking it spoke rather low of the man if he can't at least resemble some neutrality before addressing the network. And going on expedition alone isn't really the brightest idea, either. But somehow he thinks this man knows that, or at least he should, so he keeps silent on that, but:] It's a planet, sir. There's bound to be something found.
[Okay, now that's enough. Ed allows himself a fleeting moment of boyhood and wrinkles his nose in distaste- ew, Shakespeare. But then there's a smirk ghosting on his lips and his expression changes. A play was a good idea to "raise the spirits", sure.] And has anyone volunteered yet?
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[Okay, now that's enough. Ed allows himself a fleeting moment of boyhood and wrinkles his nose in distaste- ew, Shakespeare. But then there's a smirk ghosting on his lips and his expression changes. A play was a good idea to "raise the spirits", sure.] And has anyone volunteered yet?