"Yes," the answer came, a bit too quickly, jumping when Dr. Cambria touched his arm. "Of course I am. Let's, um, do this."

Bentley had inconspicuously sidled himself near one of the many dead trees surrounding them. He looked a lot like a frightened deer, glancing about each way, yet staying perfectly still otherwise. The dead moon, on top of being very desolate, was very quiet. The only sounds Bentley heard came through his headset. It was rather unnerving, when you were used to a bustling space station.