A private chat.

"You don't know how to type?" Angela quipped as she walked past Jonathan's desk to her own desk. "I thought you're perfect at everything?"

"I don't get to type that often in the battlefield or the ER," he responded with a shrug as he continued to peck away at his laptop keyboard. He kept on eye on Lauren in his peripheral view to see her reaction, if any, while she read the crew's previous day's journal entries.

Lauren's eyes widened at what she was reading on her tablet. She looked over at Hane and then got up to talk to her deputy project manager. Jonathan averted his eyes when Hane glanced in his direction and pretended to type something when Lauren walked over to his desk.

"Dr. Lee, may I speak with you in private?" Lauren asked matter-of-factly.

"Um, sure, Dr. Cheung," Jonathan replied, taken aback by her serious tone. He stood up and ignored the stares from Cindy, Jennifer, and Angela as he followed Lauren to the elevator, where Hane was already waiting for them. "We're not talking at your desk?"

"All three of us need to speak in private and there's no privacy on this floor," Lauren replied, hitting the elevator button.

Jonathan looked at Hane, who avoided his eyes by looking down at her feet. He suspected what the private meeting would entail. The slow elevator ride from the tenth to the third floor was silent and tense — Jonathan had not felt such anxiety for an incoming event since serving in Afghanistan. He let out a sigh of relief when they finally stopped at the medical lab floor and exited the elevator lift.

"So what do you want to talk to me..." Jonathan asked but was interrupted by Hane.

"Us..." Hane corrected.

"...us about, Lauren?" Jonathan continued.

Lauren did not say anything until she lead them to one of the examination rooms and closed the door behind them. She stared at her two colleagues and was about to say something but instead turned on her tablet and flipped to Jonathan's journal entry.

Jonathan watched her eyes dart back and forth as she read his daily log. She looked up at him and frowned.

"I'm so disappointed in both of you!" Lauren scolded.

"There is nothing against the rules against fraternizing, Lauren!" Hane retorted. "If anything, NASA expects us to... be closer with Jonathan..."

"But having sex on the first day?" Lauren rolled her eyes.

"Lauren, I didn't plan to..." Jonathan began.

"It was consensual!" Hane interjected. "I was the one who initiated it."

"Hane, it's okay..." Jonathan said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Lauren stared at Jonathan, ignoring Hane. "You also had sex with the triplets yesterday morning? I thought you had insomnia!"

"I did but the girls..." Jonathan sighed, knowing it was pointless to try to defend his actions or divert blame to others. "... yes, I had sex with all three of them at the same time."

"Four women all on the first day, Jonathan..." Lauren muttered with clear disappointment in her voice. "Are you trying to prove something?"

"I wasn't trying to prove anything, Lauren," he replied. "All I wanted was to exercise and sleep yesterday."

"Jon, I didn't mean..." Lauren whispered.

He pointed at her arm. "NASA made all of you wear an contraceptive implant..."

"It's just a precaution..." Lauren deflected.

"I know it, Hane knows it, you know it, and NASA knows it that this entire project is stacked against me by having me stuck in an underground bunker with fifteen beautiful women for two years!"

"Jon..." Lauren sighed.

"We are all part of an experiment — we're all human guinea pigs," Jonathan said, calming himself down. "Yes, I admit that failed miserably on my first day with the temptation of having sex with four women and I'll try to do better from now on to act professionally with my female colleagues."

"I'm sorry, Jon, I shouldn't have judged you," Lauren said. "I just had thought you were Mr. Perfect who could have last the entire two years without sleeping with any of us."

"Do you want that to actually want that to happen?" he said, looking directly into her eyes.

Lauren nervously bit her lower lip and looked at Hane before looking up at Jonathan. "No. No, I don't..."

"I'm not Mr. Perfect," he shook his head. "I am fallible. I do fuck up."

"Me too..." Lauren nodded.