Logan was just a buzz with excitement as he continued to clutch his suitcase to himself. He nearly peed his pants when the pilot walked up; it was like he looked upon the religious equivalent of an Angel. Metal and human melded to such perfection that he was beside himself with the want to touch, examine and of course take apart. Unfortunately, there was no time for that; at least right then as they were ushered into the lift that made him gag a bit at the sheer height they were taken up into the sky.<br/><br/>If he had thought he was done with all the excitement then he was wrong by a long shot. The A.I spoke and he was instantly transported back to when he was a young boy back in his nursery being spoken to by his nanny bot. He would not have any issue with her, in fact he felt better about the whole thing now that he knew the ship was in the far superior hands of the A.I. Once on board the ship he was all eyes and ears as he drank in every single detail and piece of information to be stored away to use later.<br/><br/>When they were dismissed he practically skipped off to find his quarters, though his nanny reminded him to check out sick bay as well. As he entered the place he would spend most, if not all of his time he gasped and even gave a small squeak of surprise.<br/><br/>“This is not what we wanted at all,” he spoke aloud. “I know the boxes are dirty as well as every single surface. I am going to have to…cle…cle…clean,” the word almost burned his tongue for the implications that it held. Cleaning would mean he would get dirty and getting dirty was not something that he enjoyed. Dirt was not organized, it did not have a place it was just there and got into everything and made things sick. Even as he thought about it he could feel his skin crawl and so before he lost himself completely to the sickening sensation he left to go to his room.<br/><br/>“We’re home, Huburt!” he exclaimed to the small stuffed robot as he took him from his suitcase. “We are going to have so many adventures! I am going to learn so much and I am going to become friend with that perfect being that is our pilot! Oh! And make friends with the lovely A.I. she sounds so nice!” The robot was placed on a shelf for safe keeping, before he went about the setting up the rest of his room. When he was done he grabbed his portable data pad and headed back to the mess hall.<br/><br/>“Hello!” he spoke to the cook, whose name he could not recall at the moment. “Are these snacks for everyone? What’s in the salsa? Is it spicy? I can’t handle spicy,” he said in rapid succession before he settled into a chair and began to review some notes he had stored on his data pad.