"There is a cozy spot located near the main battery room on Deck 3. If the presence of big guns lulls you to sleep, that's where we'll put you." There was a hint of playful mockery in her voice as she spoke, just enough to be noticed but not enough to sound derisive. In truth, Reese minded little where any of her team decided to rest their heads. Their comfort led to greater satisfaction in their secretive profession, greater satisfaction led to superior work and a greater chance of completing missions successfully. If letting a soldier bunk up wherever he pleased increased the chances of their survival, Reese was more than happy to give into their desires.<br/><br/>The Commander smiled as Calypso approached; the asari was always pleasantly loud, boisterous, and friendly. Reese had always found the older woman easy to look at, her blue skin a treat for the eyes, her face having lost the softness of its youth and graduating into a sharp, elegant kind of beauty put in stark contrast to her otherwise rough and tumble persona. Her age seemed to affect her little. Calypso moved with the strength and determination of an asari five hundred years her junior, and for that Reese continually found herself awed.<br/><br/>"With you and Talyet around, you really think I'm going to go gossiping about the handsome new crew mate? The goal is to<i>not</i>scare him off. Last thing he needs is either you or Maos sneaking into his bunk at night offering to give him a good ol' spit shine. Which reminds me," she added, turning to Cole, face stern. "If Talyet tries to sneak into your bed, you remind him that<i>no means no</i>. Unless you're into it, then I suppose you can tell him whatever you like. I don't mean to presume."<br/><br/>She smirked, tapping Cole's shoulder affectionately. "Come on, let's get you set up. Calypso," she called over her shoulder, gesturing Cole back to the elevator to take him down to the third deck, "send a message to Barry and let him know we'll meet him in a bit. If he's reaching out instead of waiting for us to call him then whatever he has must be good."<br/><br/>The elevator opened up to a wide mess hall. A large oval table sat in the center with a small kitchen off to the side. Doors lined each side of the ship, each with its own illuminated designation stamped across. Deck 3 housed the majority of the crew, each individual having found a little private space to themselves. Reese pointed down a long corridor leading to the front end of the ship. "There's the main battery. You can sleep with the guns if it really gets you off. If you'd prefer a little more room, there's a empty set of beds on the port side you're welcome to occupy. Wash rooms are down on the opposite end. There's the kitchen, which you're welcome to, just be sure to avoid the designated spaces for turian and quarian food. Med bay, AI core, and life support control systems." She pointed to each one as she ticked them off her list.<br/><br/>"Down at the back of the ship there are starboard and port observation decks. Port side has a full bar, even more exciting than the one in my cabin if you can believe it. Now, come on. Let's get your stuff put away. I hope you brought an extra set of clothes because you and I have a date with an incredibly fascinating salarian."