A man approached the ship from a cargo tram, with a large container behind him being carried by a cargo mech. He seemed to have an allergic reaction to whatever he was bringing, his eyes seemed to be watering up with his nose a bright red. The man groaned slightly as he saw what was left of the crew for the vessel board before he could hand off this delivery. He wanted this over and done with, he was having a negative reaction to whatever was ordered. What also annoyed his was that he didn't know what exactly was in the container, only that it contained 'animals for a wildlife preserve'. He approached a panel on the side of the ship, it seemed to be an intercom. He pressed a red button as he spoke, "Hello?... Hello? Anyone receiving this? I've got an special delivery for a... Dr. Quib John Johnson?... Hello?" 

There was a pause but then a voice came through the speaker on the panel, "Ah, yess. You've brought the... Wildlife preserve specimens yess?" The person on the other end seemed to have a kind of lisp. 

The man sneezed as he spoke, "Ye-" he gave a quick snort, "Yes. Shall we wait for you to come check on the container as and sign-"

The voice on the other line interrupted him, "No! No, that's fine. I trust you've kept the animalss safe and in one condition. Just take them up to the cargo bay and one of my associates will take it off your hands. Tkk." 

The man paused as the person on the other end of the line finished speaking, wondering slightly at what the noise at the end was about. He shrugged, probably an issue with the intercom of some kind. "I appreciate your trust in us but we will still need a signature."

The voice quickly responded, "One of my associates can sign it for me. I'm... um... very busy right now." 

With that the man shrugged yet again, only to sneeze just as quickly, and ordered the cargo mech to move onto the platform that would lead to the cargo bay. Upon going reaching the cargo bay via the lift, the man approached who ever was there, "Hello. This is a delivery for Dr. Johnson. Can you please sign for me here? Then we'll leave him his order and be on our way." He didn't care who it was, he simply wanted to get away from this container before it affected him anymore. 

Meanwhile, Quib's hairs relaxed in relief as the man didn't press for more. He had already paid for the order online and had to make a bunch of stories up about a non-existent wildlife preserve. He didn't like to lie but it usually seemed to turn out well for him in the end, however there were occasions that lying made them worse. Shrugging that off. Quib made his way into the medical room, to retrive his notes and papers for the new crew that was boarding. Sensing vibrations in the floor that indicated people have now walked past the medical room, Quib was sure he'd be meeting the new crew sooner, rather than later. He picked up the legal papers about various 'I understand that...' and 'I will not hold to...' that keep the crew safe from a Health & Safety crackdown... If the H&S enforcers actually ever checked the ship. Even if they did, Quib was sure they'd consider him a H&S issue...

Quib quickly scanned the medical histories that the newer crew had sent in. While he didn't have the captain's cousin's medical history, Quib figured it wouldn't be too hard to ask the young human himself. After checking the medical histories, Quib decided to put on his 'doctor's' coat, which he kept in the medical closet. After, with great difficulty, getting his two forlegs through the sleeves of the coat and letting the rest of it drape over him, Quib now had to decied what kind of hat he would wear to meet the new crew. He had his 'party hat', an obnoxously large hat he were's to the crew's various celebrations, something not fit for an introduction, his 'medical hat', something he's told human nurses wear when on duty, his 'Red Ox' hat, a normal 'ball cap' that had a head of an angry human ox that was bright red on the front of it, with the rest of the hat being a slightly darker red. Quib desided that the 'Red Ox' hat would work, it was a 'casual' hat to humans and it may give off a sense of ease. Ignoring the rest of the hats in the closet, he picked up the ball cap and closed the closet door. 

The araneae then quickly scanned the room and noticed a few things that seemed to be gathering dust. He sighed as he opened the closet again to gather his cleaning supplies. Quib had a good habit of keeping the medical room clean, probably the cleanest in the ship. Yet, if one were to see his crew cabin, they'd see nothing but webbing and the remains of various foods he had the night before. He kept his room in such a state for one reason, it kept people out. Even if they went in, they may get stuck on the webs and have to wait for him to return to his room. Also, it apparently smelt horrible in there, not that Quib could ever tell. The araneae decided to finish his cleaning before meeting the newer crew members.