They've spent the last two hours roughly going over the Ships layout, some ground rules like what to touch and what not to touch; and most importantly, Barnon got to show off the veritable hoard of bullshit he's purchased that had yet to be spaced. From defunct, limited-time items, bullshit purchased off Knockoff Drop shipping sites, to the sheer cultural shock between their two worlds that gave it a level of underlying comedy. Over the ships speakers, a playlist of music, once ranging from Earth Classic Rock, now devolved into the absolute brainrot of Neo-Vibe-Grunge-Phonk, plays ambiently. 