Vincent stepped into the tiny cabin room, taking in the room at a glance. [i]Not the most spacious of rooms, but I've been in worse[/i] he thought. Noting just the one bed he glanced over at the grease monkey scribbling in his notebook and shrugged, [color=aqua]"Bunk's yours."[/color] With that he set his bag in the corner of the room and settled down with his back against the wall so he could face the door.

	After a moment Vincent reached into his bag and pulled out a cleaning kit, then unsheathing his combat knife, taking a long close look at the blade. After satisfying himself that there were no nicks in the blade he wiped it down with his cleaning cloth and sheathed it once more. He then took his rifle off the side of his pack and began to break it down, cleaning, wiping, cleaning, and oiling the barrel. [i]Seems like an odd group for just a simple survey assignment.[/i] Work the lever, listening and watching for anything that would keep it from catching properly [i]Definitely need to keep my ear to the ground, not going to have a repeat of the Oswin incident.[/i] Satisfied at last, he reassembled his rifle and glanced over at his bunk-mate's weapons and the cartridge on the floor. With an appraising glance he raised an eyebrow at him and grunted [color=aqua]"You should clean those,"[/color] and began to pack up his cleaning kit.