[Simon switches on the video feed and looks at the camera seriously. He's sitting in his cabin, which is his cabin on Serenity. It's a little small, and somewhere between Spartan and personalized enough that it's apparent the adult Simon has been living there for a while.

Young Simon looks like Troy Bolton looks a little more stuffy and well dressed than Simon usually does as an adult - he's ditched the vests and more stuck up look for sweaters and plain long sleeved shirts a long while ago - and generally looks like some combination of annoyed, interested and maybe a little anxious, all while trying to be polite.]

This is an interesting space ship and everything - really, it's da bianhua* - but when are we going to go home? I really can't afford to miss any more school than I already have. [HIS GRADES WILL SUFFERRRR. B(]

Besides, won't our parents be annoyed we're gone?

[ooc: *Great/awesome/etc. Simon's thirteen and even more of a pompous stick in the mud than usual.]

[Simon was not in his room when the flood hit, which means there is currently a tuxedo cat sitting on one of the counters in the infirmary, because he his a cat and will sit where he damn wants to, thank you very much.

... Also his comm was up here and it's hard enough to access it with paws without having to knock it off the counter and drag it somewhere else.]

Homura? Are you okay? [His tail swishes back and forth a little, visibly irritated. He's somewhere between really frustrated and kind of freaking out, because he's a cat, and this is sort of a decidedly NOT AWESOME first flood to be affected by.]

What exactly is the procedure when something like this happens? Do we even know how many people are affected? ... Do we even have food for anyone who's a big predator? [Because, frankly, the alternative is sort of a terrifying thought. And while he's eaten lousier food than cat food, he's still not really in any rush to try it out.

He heaves a short, annoyed sigh.] And I guess if anyone gets hurt, get in touch with one of the other doctors, if they're not affected. I don't think I'm going to be much use until this is over. [And if a cat can roll its eyes, you can bet Simon wants to do it right now, but.] The novelty of not having thumbs has already warn off.

[ooc: Simon can be understood and communicate with everyone, affected or not! Also if anyone wants to run into him in the infirmary, they are welcome to. :3]