Sure, they have Sprite and Coke and this one grape soda that doesn't exist back on Earth.

Sprite, please!

Sprite it is!

Yum.

Rachel rubs her eyes a few times, still a bit tired apparently. She takes a sip of her water, and then asks lamely, "Looking forward to orientation?"

He shrugs. "Not really, but hopefully it won't be too bad?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's a… decent sized city? They probably get lots of people through, so it can't be too bad."

"… Yeah," responds Matt.

… Twiddling thumbs it is! Seeing as neither of them seem to have a conversation topic.

Fun.

Perhaps the smiling man dressed in a white suit straight from the sixties with a pair of sunglasses hanging from his collar and a nametag saying "Hello, My Name Is (Hollister) And I Am Here To Help!!" attached is a conversation topic! Or wants to start one, at any rate, since he walks up to them and says, "Rachel Stephens and Matt Hughes, right? Hollister Avenue, Orientation Officer. I’m your camp counselor, as it were. Fancy seeing you out here so early! Y’know in the years I’ve been in this gig, I’ve never seen someone come poolside this early? Usually they sit in their rooms until their session’s up!"

That is a lot of words.

"Um," says Rachel.

Matt just turns to face him and… blinks.

"...you are Rachel and Matt, right?"

"Yep," says Matt. "I am Matt, yes."

"I am also Rachel. And you are apparently Hollister… Avenue?"

She probably sounds extremely stupid, doesn't she.

"I didn't realize it was that weird to, uh, not just sit in my room?"

"Oh, no, not weird at all! It's a fabu idea, just fabu."

She nods slowly. "Um, cool," she says a bit unsurely. "So, is the actual orientation thing starting soon, then?"

"Yes! ...didn't they give you the schedules? I'm sure they were supposed to give you the schedules..." He starts patting his pockets.

"No, uh, I did get a schedule. It said we were meeting in Conference Room 2? Soon-ish. I was just a bit… confused."

She really does seem rather confused. Poor thing.

Matt looks at her kinda sympathetically.

Gosh, is he quiet.

"Oh, yes, the D.o.O. is very disorganized. But you know what, we don't need to go to that boring conference room, we'll just hold our meeting here! I'll be back in a few."

And he darts back into the building.

Rachel looks at him until he disappears from view, then turns to Matt.

He looks back at her.

"Well," she says. "He sounds. Um."

"Yup."