Wardroom
Janelle's lips had parted hesitantly to respond to Nan's rather enthusiastic greeting, but she was not given the opportunity. The Minkan's following words came in a gush, and for all intents to those around her it looked as though they were somehow utilizing the young Nepleslian woman's lungs to feed them. Even as he spoke at an auctioneer's pace Nan never seemed to pause to draw breath, and Janelle appeared as though the mere act of listening to him, comically, was physically exhausting her.
She had tensed all over again as he approached, her fingers coming untangled from each other as she sat up in her seat, curling into loose fists at her side. It had not been an overt display of hostility, exactly, but rather more an involuntary reaction, like that of a nervous animal preparing to defend itself against an uncertain, potential threat. His comment about her lack of web presence didn't seem to surprise her, or if it did, it didn't show; rather, it only goaded a deeper expression of guarded annoyance from her as she fixed a cool stare at the happy-go-lucky hacker. When the captain scolded him for his intrusion, she gradually relaxed again, giving another small, appreciative nod in the captain's direction, and resuming her reclined posture as Nan bounded away.
Nan only continued his rambling, and quickly enough turning his attention to the captain of this vessel as if he'd altogether forgotten she was even there. Janelle's hard, wary features softened into bewildered amusement. Her mouth still hung partway open as she traced tiny circles in the air with the tip of her nose and a slight, growing smirk while Nan continued to ramble, as if she were tracing the path of a moth distracted by far too many shiny lights.
It seemed as though this crew were used to such eccentric behavior, however, as nobody else appeared to pay it any mind. With a tiny shrug to herself, Janelle folded her hands over her abdomen once more and listened wordlessly to the briefing. She didn't speak or offer any input as the others took their turns chiming in with their little thoughts one at a time, instead only turning her detached, not-quite-nonchalant gaze to each of them in turn.
During the briefing an enormously tall, dark-skinned man entered the room, and Janelle at first only gave him a cursory, disinterested sideways glance, little more than a reflex when one notices movement in their peripheral vision. No sooner than her eyes had wandered back to the briefing, however, she did a double-take, her neck snapping her head back toward Quinn like a whip. Her otherwise rather narrow greenish-brown eyes widened nearly into complete circles, and her jaw clamped down so suddenly and tightly that those sitting next to her could hear the sharp clack of her teeth snapping together inside her head. She stared in apparent disbelief and obviously displeased recognition at the tall man, and her eyes glazed over momentarily. She seemed for a couple of seconds to vacate her mind entirely, as if asleep with her eyes open (wide open, at that), then shook off the deja vu - for that was certainly what it was - with a slight but quite literal shake of her head. She said and did nothing to call attention to herself or her reaction, remaining a silent, passive observer the best she could while the briefing continued, doing her best to focus her attention where it was needed. But she couldn't keep her eyes, full of bitter contempt, from occasionally wandering back over to Quinn every now and again.