Gideon had never had such time to just focus on his lab and his work. He should have been elated; really just over the moon, but instead he felt himself constantly unsettled. There was little in the way of a corporeal reason for his emotions, more the constant awareness of the fact that all of these people, himself included, were meant to be repopulating things.
For his own purposes, Gideon continued strictly business as usual. He could tried and pretend that things were perfectly normal with the best of them and so he did, brushing off the occasional comments that Brianne made regarding fertility and such. He felt like he was letting people down by not rallying against the expectations of the fleet, but what could they have done? They really did need to focus on re-population and at least they would be the founding families of a new earth and their names would live in infamy...if that even fucking mattered. Maybe that was comfort for some. Gideon repeated that to himself in his mind to help clear his conscience.
That afternoon he decided to just wrap up early. Not like there was anyone to tell him he couldn't, and headed to the bar that had been set up to keep everyone...relaxed. He had done most of his drinking secretly in his tent, but it was normal enough to go have a drink or two right? Right.
He found a vacant bar stool and slid into it, looking around awkwardly as he waited for service. Just a drink, maybe two...totally normal.