"[i]Me[/i]ow," Yash jeered with a wide grin, "Feisty little gerla." At that point, Isam grabbed the man by the arm and hauled him away into the ship. Yasha was a sexual harassment suit just [i]begging[/i] to happen. Omar smiled at Amanda apologetically and grabbed his suitcase to follow the other two inside. From the looks of the map they had been given, Isam's assigned room was right across the hall from Omar's. More than likely, it would be used as storage space rather than somewhere for Isam to sleep. Yasha was futher down the hall. 

The three went their respective rooms to dump their stuff. Isam's unpacking process was just about that: dump it all on the floor and pick through it. Across the hall, Omar put his suitcase on the bed and began to unpack his clothes. Yasha, who had his copious amounts of weaponry delivered to the ship the night before, made a beeline for the crate that sat in the middle of his room. He pried it open to find that his pride and joy, his TR-32, sitting on top. 
"Ah, I missed you too, ol' girl," He said affectionately as he picked the gun up and went to hang it on the display rack on the wall. He didn't even bother unpacking his dufflebag. 

Isam didn't have a lot to unpack, so he found himself finished about the same time Yasha had gotten done staring at his new weapons display. Isam went across the hall to talk to Omar for a bit, before the cook headed to the kitchen to get started on the crew's lunch. He had to make a good first impression, after all. Yasha came up behind Isam and clapped him on the back. 
"They haven't given us our grand tour yet," He said. 
"Because the map obviously isn't enough," Isam snarked. 
"Not the same. Paper doesn't replace people, my friend." 
"If by people, you mean the woman you were harassing this morning-"
"I'd do a tour with her, alright," He said with a smirk. "Don't think you would be interested in that one." 
"Can you at least [i]try[/i] to not get another complaint filed against you?" 
"Can't make any promises, Falafel."

About that time, Yasha noticed a brunette woman pass by at the end of the hall. He broke off from the conversation follow after her, completely ignoring the little blue haired guy with her. He walked up to her, standing almost a foot taller and reveling in the fact. 
"Privet malenkaya devotshka," He said smoothly. "It looks like they forgot to give my friend and I our complimentary tour. Maybe you would be so kind?" Isam came over, figuring he might as well come.