Brandon's Quarters - Deck A

Brandon entered his quarters and closed the door behind him. He didn't bother locking it - he doubted anyone would just barge in on him. He grabbed a clean shirt and trousers and undergarment out of his dresser and laid them on the bed. Then he shucked off the grimy coveralls and tossed them into a corner - he'd need to wash those before he could use them again.

Stepping into the fresher, he started the shower and quickly lost the rest of his clothing as the steam began to rise. His shower wasn't long - years aboard ships with much less lavish amenities had taught him to be quick - but he was clean and no longer looked and smelled like a Mudder from Higgins Moon.

Slipping into his fresh clothes, he sat on the bed for a few minutes, relaxing and reflecting on the events of the past 24 hours.

~Brandon~

Brandon yawned and stretched as he stood up. It certainly had been an eventful day. His stomach growled a little and he patted his stomach.

"Ok, dinner will be here soon. Then time to get some shut eye." He checked his clock - he still had some time to kill before dinner.

Figuring Morgan would be packing up and moving her things to the XOs quarters as soon as they landed, he decided to go see if he could give her a hand with anything - or finally sit down and have a proper face to face talk.

He checked his appearance, sighing at his hair. He never could do much with it, it was so curly. He ran his hands through it, not that it would help much. At least he was clean.

Figuring there wasn't much more he could do to improve his appearance, he left his room.

~Brandon Miles~