Alph

Alph was in the S.S. Drake's engineering station, which was more or less a room that simply had a few workbenches and a lot of material scattered throughout these small tables; most of it was either used and never put away correctly, or, in Alph's case, simply forgotten about until the next new idea he had sprung up in his head... Which meant a LOT of these unfinished works were his doing. It was hard to get around, especially for the taller crew trying to knock down anything and possibly angering the young man. He had developed quite the sailor's tongue throughout the α Expedition Team's time together, but at least he had the self-restraint not to let loose with such words unless a screw of his came loose. All this clutter and whatnot related aside, Alph saw you from behind as he put down a welding torch on the work workbench and lifted the helmet covering his rounded face, which was reasonably warm from the arcs flying out of the torch.

cough! "Sorry about the mess, I've been trying to clean this place up, but you know me... One project leads to another and... Soon enough you end up with a physical backlog that makes this place a tripping hazard the second you walk in."

a brief pause as he ruffled the tiny puff of blue hair on his head.

"But I'm happy that the Captain is reasonable enough not to throw out my work... Though I would have just chewed him apart until he fished out every last bolt and scrap from the trash... Before you say it, I'm still working on my temper on that... But I've always been fascinated by machines and data as opposed to flesh and blood... That's what my Engineering degree says, to some."

a pause, again. Alph looks at you, but shrugs after staring at you for a few seconds, seemingly forgetting what he was going to say or do.

"... Sorry, er, what was I doing...? Oh, right. My work." The Koppaite puts his welding helmet back on and looks at the work in front of him, simply looking at his work, his mind probably having just "reset" on him... Again.