Connelly pulled away from Peterson's protective arm. She wasn't sure how to respond. He was obviously joking, but she couldn't help but think he really wanted to know. She knew that men thought about sex…or women…all the time, but up here, in orbit around Europa, just a meteorite's throw from Jupiter, and having just survived a completely new extraterrestrial phenomenon, she couldn't fathom Peterson had enough room in his mind for romantic thoughts.

She then realized that since the floating light bulbs nearly killed them all, Peterson had crossed her mind once or twice, as well. Her face began to flush, but she put on a straight face and decided to ignore his comment.

"I take it you're lost too?" she said.

Peterson looked down at his map and shook his head. "This thing is useless."

Connelly smiled.

"How long you been at it?" Peterson asked.

Connelly rolled her head around on her shoulder, feeling two of her vertebrate pop. "Too long."

"Well then," Peterson said, as he switched off his map and pocketed it, "I say we explore. It's not like we can get any more lost than we already are, and the best way to learn something is by experience. We'll know our way around this beast in a few hours."

Connelly raised a single eyebrow. His skepticism was clear.

Peterson lowered his gaze. "C'mon. We have two hours before debrief…"

Connelly's expression didn't change. In truth, she was doing all she could to maintain it. She didn't want to show him an iota of above average interest.

"I won't hit on you," he said. "I swear."

A smile crept onto Connelly's face. She reached down, turned her map off and put it in the pocket of her gray jumpsuit.

"That's the spirit," he said.

They continued walking together. It was five minutes before either of them spoke again.

Connelly wracked her brain for a conversation piece. The uncomfortable silence drove her crazy. Anything work related seemed contrived and all personal subjects felt too…personal. She forgot all her concerns when a door label caught her attention. "What's that?" she asked.

"What?"

Connelly pointed her index finger to the text that caught her attention. "Bio-Lab."

Peterson walked to the door, which was labeled, BIO-LAB in bright yellow. "I think I know. They had something like it on the roof of the GEC building."

He pushed a button to the side of the door and it whooshed open. He motioned for Connelly to enter first. "After you."

Connelly wasn't sure they should be entering a laboratory she knew nothing about without the captain's consent, but the idea of returning to the never ending maze of hallways seemed torturous in comparison. She walked through the door and stood still as she took in the view.