Hi. [uhm ahem etc the usual.]

My name is André Correia, and I just - wanted to apologize for the, uh. Incident. In the garden. With my wife.

I-it won't happen again.

[There's a brief impulse to explain himself, but he suddenly realizes just how much of a bad, bad idea that would be. Let's just leave things vague. Really vague.]

Sorry again, and - thank you for your attention.

[Yep. That's it. Andy out.

Forever.]

I cannot decide whether to find this rather unexpected set of circumstances to be fascinatingly new or simply very aggravating. [No, that's actually a lie. He's very annoyed--mostly because it put a kink to his current on-going bid for power plot to usurp his brother's ascension to the throne.] However, that is not the point of this message. I am merely pointing out that I am obviously new to this ship and as such I would endeavor to enlist some form of aid for but one problem worrying me; one that, at the least, could be addressed immediately.

I am looking for someone. To be precise, I am looking into the possibility that one or several persons may have have arrived or awoken at the time that I did. Their names:

Thor
Sif
Fandral
Hogun
Volstagg

If you have met any of these individuals or have any information concerning them: I apologize for any uncultured behavior quite probably displayed by them and I would like a word. Preferably about their whereabouts. If you are any one of those individuals: I am blaming you for this folly and, as usual, I am certain I will be the one to fix your unfortunate mistake. [Because it never failed to occur in such fashion. According to his own view-point.] Be patient, and contact me through this network.