Mateo has herded sheep since he was a child, even raised some. Sheep were good for wool, meat, and devouring whatever scrap metal was in their way. They also liked to bite and climb up houses. After four odd decades he found a new way to look at sheep. Mateo stared at a slat of boxes he had to unload knowing that those things were in there...<i>jiggling</i>. For the past week straight he has had nothing to do really other than watch. Regular sheep he could raise, clean after them, and herd them, but these fetal bag sheep were far too delicate for him to handle.<br/><br/>Approaching the station he began to climb into the power loader and began to hook himself up. Mateo felt the jack from the loader hook into his neck, never a pleasant sensation. It always felt like somebody jabbing your eye, but in the spinal cord. After a second the sensation numbed and he did a few grabs to test out the arms. Mateo walked a brief circle to test out the mobility of the legs, the equipment felt heavy even in the half gravity. He tested the equipment earlier in the day already, but blowing a servo in the middle of unloading and being rendered immobile for a half hour was never fun.<br/><br/>His face lit up when he heard the captain mention a beach. "I know where I'm going then. The warm sand would feel like heaven against what's left of my muscles, the sun lightly baking me as I looked out over the waves."  Mateo sighed blissfully, lost in the fantasy. "I think I will listen to Chopin on the beach, maybe Wu-Tang Clan. I wonder what would be more relaxing..." he trailed off into thought.<br/><br/>The gigantic cyborg has noticed for that even for a vagrant freighter that most of the crew was reluctant to go out. Everyone has a past he figured and customs were a royal bitch when you have the right people looking for you. Mateo was silently thankful that he had gotten his release papers from every former employer. If you make the wrong move quitting a job you could find yourself being detained for wasting a company's time and resources. He saw a researcher once gunned down at a space station for the hefty crime of taking a vacation too early. Mateo still can't get the image of that man being blown apart by machine gun fire out of his head.<br/><br/>Mateo couldn't really see out of the back of the cargo bay, but knew the station had to have been passing by any second now. He's developed an internal clock for docking over the years. He looked to the left and saw Donovan muttering to himself and to the right Serena looking about a week into Narcotics Anonymous and just silently nodded at the situation. Mateo actually rather liked the crew for the most part, they were all lively. He had served on ships with crews that had the personality of a piece of wet cardboard. If you're going to be in space for weeks at a time, why not be with people who were entertaining?