Well, this is.. horrible.

[reconstitution]

Who: SS Caprine & visitors
Broadcast: ???
Action: All aboard
When: 8/3


[Dread is probably not a good feeling to have in the face of actually having something resembling a 'team' now. Unfortunately, the way this place seems to love uprooting and depositing people out of nowhere into unfamiliar territory, and it sets him on edge.

His eyes narrow as he looks around yet another place he's unaccustomed, being bombarded by-- colorful shreds of paper and overly-cheerful music. And even more people. Once again, he longs for the familiar weight of a weapon in his hand, but this fleet just loves to suck the comfort out.

At least this is a more permanent residence? Time would tell on that one.]

Comments

[reconstitution]

Yes, sir. [A nod of acknowledgement.]

[He's nothing at all like the Jim Barnes that she probably knows. None of the warmth or personable skills, certainly.]

[deshabille]

[She nods back. He understands her, she's beginning to understand him - or at least she believes she is. She turns with the understanding and expectation that he'll follow her.]

Kitchen first. Kitchen's most important. Do you know what your augment is yet?

[reconstitution]

[ He follows her out of the bridge, committing the route to memory, keeping a respectable distance between them. ]

Lab support, sir.

[deshabille]

Oh, good. We didn't have any of you yet.

[She pushes the kitchen door open, standing aside to let him pass inside. It's the same as any of the other kitchens on the fleet, with the exception of a state-of-the-art coffee machine in the corner.]

[reconstitution]

[ He doesn't deign a response necessary for her comment, so he stays silent, moving past her and into the kitchen. This is indeed a kitchen.

Once he's finished looking around, he looks back to the Captain and nods. ]