"Depends on who you heard it from, I might be better." He grinned, as he followed the man to the elevator. The trip up was little trouble for Joseph, one of the benefits of having most of your innards synthetic. The view before him made that synthetic stomach catch in his throat though. The ship he would call home was in site, and she was a beauty. A Martian U-Kalanda Class 1 gunner-cargo ship. It had been a full 15 years since he had seen one of these, and another 4 since he had flown one, but those certainly were memorable times. This girl had seen better days to be sure, but Joseph wouldn't have her any other way.<span style="font-style: italic">'She's perfect'</span><br/><br/>As soon as the thought paced through his head, a voice personified the thoughts of his fantasy.<span style="font-style: italic">'An AI? Oh this job just gets better and better. She sounds sexy too."</span>The grin across his face oozed confidence, as he crossed his arms and listened to his new captain and his "co-pilot" speak.<br/><br/>After being handed a glass, with whiskey being poured soon after, Joseph couldn't help but chuckle. The speech, cheesy as it might have been, was a welcome change from the rough and tough assholes he was used to in jobs like this. The bullet holes in the ship told that the jobs wouldn't be much different, but at least the crew was. He cheered to the toast, and downed the glass in it's entirety. As the rest of the crew took off, he did much the same towards the bunks. His thoughts on them for now were of indifference, though there was a nagging in the back of his mind to keep an eye on the doctor. Something about the stares he was getting from him were mighty upsetting, but he paid them no mind none-the-less.<br/><br/>Finding the bunks on Deck 5, he chose one that was unoccupied, unceremoniously dumped his duffel into the room, and promptly left for the bridge on Deck 4. He scanned the cockpit from top to bottom, memorizing the panels and switches and saving the memory permanently. He wasted no time to take his seat at the helm and make sure everything was in order.<br/><br/>"Feronia, ma'am, if it's not too much trouble could you upload the ship's systems into my data-banks? I'm gonna run a few personal simulations to see what your beautiful self can do. I'll leave my firewalls down so don't you worry." He ended with a wink and a smirk that could make a southern bell swoon.