Joshua Ray
MESS HALL/HANGAR, NEW ANCHORAGEJoshua Ray was in the hangar, looking around his Apollo and making sure it was in the best possible shape. For once, at a glance it seemed like nobody damaged or mishandled anything, which was a pleasant surprise. Inspecting it with renewed vigor once more, paranoia setting in, he found a damn bird nest in the unit's left leg tucked inside the knee plate.
Well, he certainly never seen that before. It was, for him, thankfully vacant. He had to take longer then expected cleaning it, and not long after he was done noted he'd be a few minutes late to eat.
"Ah, no...", he whispered to nobody in particular as he begin running towards the mess hall, coming in two minutes late.
He looked around the room, afraid he wouldn't be able to get to eat due to his 'insolence' or whatever term they'd use this time– but, somehow, there wasn't much of a lecture or consequences as far as he could tell by one of the command officer's not doing much except jotting his name down on their datatool. Seemingly in the clear, he then went to get some food somewhat absentmindedly, more focused on surveying the situation with the other pilots and various staff members. As far as he knew, only two pilots were there at a glance.
Mostly wanting to get it done and minimize contact with the staff, he decided upon the standard this day (in order of importance) of bacon, potatoes, and sausages. Going away, he added some bread and some meat he couldn't recognize. Nonetheless, he sat down away from anybody else and alone, as he usually preferred, to eat in peace. Of course, he couldn't say no if anybody wanted to quietly eat with him.