[Joker...really isn't sure what to make of any of this. He's glad there are familiar faces on board the ship but that really doesn't help with the fact that it's not his ship and he has no idea who's flying this thing.

Being in the pilot's seat offers that safety and comfort that most wouldn't understand. Plus, there's no EDI around to talk to which is a bit devastating.

But at least Shepard's alive...right?

When the feed clicks on Joker's leaning against the wall, taking a break from walking but it's not like he's going to admit that. He's been wandering and trying to get a look at things where he can, really not liking being so in the dark about any vessel that he's on.]

So how the hell does one find out who the pilot is and meet them? You know, just for my own peace of mind.

[He straightens up some, hiding a wince as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other and back again.]

I mean, maybe everyone else here--which hi all you people that I don't know and have no idea where you came from!--

[The sarcasm is strong with this one.]

--is cool with not knowing but I'd like some confirmation that it's not so crazy alien bug reaper thing driving us around preparing to 'harvest' us or something.

Just saying.

[ the teenager in the feed today is a thin blond with blue eyes. he's a little too pale, a little shaky-looking, but he's smiling pleasantly, dressed neatly in a white button-down shirt and suspenders with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he lifts a hand in a brief wave, the fingers stained and spotted with old chemical burns. ]

Ah, guten tag, everyone. I have to admit, after reading that I'm on a ship flying through space, I was a bit skeptical at first, but all things considered, I suppose I've heard stranger. [ he's actually controlling how excited he is, tbh. space has kind of been his dream for years, so to have the chance to actually be flying through the stars-- well. even news of all the threats on board haven't dampened his spirits, yet.

give him a few weeks to miss his boyfriend. that'll probably do it.

he clears his throat, the sound hoarse and raspy, expression faintly embarrassed as he does so. he's not coughing right now, but he also wants to finish addressing the network before he starts. even if he's not as secretive about being ill as he used to be, it's still humiliating.

he dips his head briefly in a polite nod, smile turning faintly shy. ] Anyway, I'm Alfons Heiderich, and I'm originally from 1923 Germany, so it may take me just a bit to grow accustomed to some of the technology here. I do pick things up quickly, though, which.. somewhat leads me into the point of this entry. I'm not certain who to talk to--perhaps Herr Kirk or Herr Spock?--so I hope that someone who can lead me in the right direction will see this. I would like to assist with the maintenance and repair of the systems on this ship, if the help is at all needed. I was a physicist and.. engineer and.. [ blushing a little, now, embarrassed again. ] .. chemist.. and mechanic.. back home, so. I believe given a bit of time to familiarize myself with the Tranquility, I may be of some small use. [ and he'd like to keep busy. ] .. I do have some health issues, but I don't believe that they would keep me from working-- they haven't before, at the least. Not-- Not for the most part.

[ he pauses a little uncertainly, then offers another quick smile. ] Thank you very much for your time. [ and the feed ends. ]