Schmidt's quarters
Danny smiled, taking a liking to the man... "Hello," he said cheerfully, taking Mike's outstretched hand. This guy was obviously nice, now it was gonna be more awkward of what he had to say, as he didn't really want to ruin the chance of getting a new friend by coming off weird.... for the millionth time today.
"I'm Danny Chambers, you seem really nice... though beyond that, as your probably wondering, I have a reason for being at your door" he chuckled quickly, as whole-heartedly as he could manage with the stress obvious on his face. "You were on a list of people I need to ask a question to, seems like I'm a stalker already, I know... probably a little bit of a Telemarketer too..." he laughed nervously, a hardly pleasant laugh, but forced if anything else. "Basically, I'll get to the point: I'm navigating the ship, finding and interviewing civilians to see if they would like to take a job under my supervision... I'm almost at the point of giving up, and didn't realise how ridiculous the idea was..." he laughs a third time, still stressed, but at this point waiting until he can leave... "The job consists of working under my management, for a few hours a day, a few days a week... you would cook meals, tend the bar, and waiter individuals.... as no currency circulated the job would be good so you could spend your time, and not the ship's space..."... he finished before letting Mike answer, saying "Sorry if that was a mouthful, I've had a hard, awkward day... also, don't feel likr you have to say yes, I don't care what happens anymore..." he said, slightly sad in appearance, in reality, getting increasingly devestated.