Dell steps into the berthings quietly since this will be home for the forseeable future and he moves to his bed taking a seat followed by a breath as his hands rub his eyes for a moment, another day, another toaster killed, so a good day. Private Triptolemus opens up a small note book and he begins making marks in the note book and as a few marks are made the notebook is put away quietly. Barney is next through the hatchway, most of his gear slung across an arm in an attempt to conceal the weary sagging of his shoulders as pure physcal fatigue. There's also the added bonus of him not wearing pants, having added the blood-soaked clothing to the aforementioned arm-pile just outside the door. Well, it stops trapsing, after all. That and the brisk pace he moves towards his locker suggest that a shower comes secondary to having something to change into. Or to be worn on the way there. Kellin heads for his bunk, tossing his gear in before arranging it how he likes it "I have a feeling about the Admiral, like we are going to get a lot more action real soon" This isn't really pointed at anyone in particular. Damon steps through, recently unarmed and back to being a defenseless marine that's not allowed to carry weapons. Now in his off duties, he lights a cigarette and steps past them all on the way to his bunk. "Maybe they got bigger rooms