((*Grumble grumble* turn said that you were the one with questions *grumble grumble premature cantankerousness*))
Blackjack turned his attention back to the painting. He didn't know much about art, but he know what he liked. Unfortunately, this wasn't a piece that struck his fancy. He could tell that it was made with a great deal of skill and care, but there was nothing about it that resonated with him. Still, it was a skilled piece.
Raker turned back to Dr. Atreides, a familiar smiling creasing his face. "Glad you've gotten yourself settled in, doc. Adjusting to life up on a vessel can be... difficult at first, and it only gets more interesting from there on." Blackjack shook his head, his smile turning somewhat rueful. "Which is actually what I came to see you about. It isn't a small thing to spend a year on a transport, even when you've got the occasional stops to stretch legs. Some people take it well, some people don't, and some people go axe crazy. I know Chai- Sawyer will stay as stable as he ever is, but everyone else is pretty green to long haul missions. I understand confidentiality, but I'm going to need you to keep an eye on the new blood. If they start to show signs of fracturing, I can help. I wasn't born a spacer, and I know what the adjustment is like." Robert stopped for a moment, his eyes drawn back to the bed that Helen had brought. "That goes for you as well. I know you probably haven't gone many long tours in space, so don't wait to ask if you need help adjusting. This is a new crew, so there are going to be some screw-ups in the beginning, but I'd like to stave them off as long as possible. Understood?"