Mission Destiny Number... accomplished and ready for home landing. Smiling a little more now, Evelyn made her way back to her seat, quietly sighing in relief as she sat back down. No more volunteering.

Which meant she was going to sit there until someone wanted to partner with her, because there was no way she was willingly going to get up and introduce herself to someone she probably wasn't going to speak to the rest of her life. Unless...that someone was someone she knew. But, did the professor know if she was friends with Destiny? No, she couldn't. Unless she automatically knew they were friends.

Eh. Best not to risk it.

Looking at the board, Evelyn wrote down what was written up there, into her notebook so she had an example to go by for later use. Only 2044? Well, no wonder the Professor didn't look nearly as old as some other professors.