Donovan rose up from his bed. He had forgotten the normal cycle of day and night, which was not unsurprising given how long they had been out in space. He released a slight groan as he felt his body move as if on its own. From the various sounds over the intercom and the varying lights that seemed to blast through the very thin cracks in the doorway. He brought his left hand up to his face and began to rub at his forehead. This was going to be one of those morning, he could just feel it. His room was rather spartan: A bed in the corner, a simple dresser, and a bench that held most of his non standard issue gear and other paraphernalia that weren't overly useful anywhere other than in his room. He sauntered over to the dresser and pulled out his military outfit. A pair of standard issue pants and a simple shirt. After getting dressed he stretched out his arms and released a yawn. It was certainly going to be another one of those days. He exited his room and made his way towards the observation deck.