Berrac was already awake long before the music began to play, in fact he was expecting it and tapped his foot in tune with the music. He would never admit it, but he liked the music that she liked to play. It helped that her creator had given her such a bright and sunny personality. He had been up for about an hour, fine tuning his weapons. Though he had a good hand cannon and assault rifle, this time he was fine tuning his pride and joy, the hammer. He had specially built it to be able to fire off a plasma round, downside was it only held three shots and reloading still took a little bit of time. He made one final adjustment to its capacitors and closed the panel.<br/><br/>Giving a long languid stretch he grabbed his sleeveless and made his way to the chow hall, the smell of food warm in his nose. And he could hear the sounds of the crew as they were talking about some such thing or another. As he walked in, he made another mental happy note that he didnt have to duck. "Greetings comrades." Despite being Pox, his accent was more familiar with Russian. He rounded up his usual hearty meal for breakfast and grabbed himself a seat. He did eat a bit more then some, but a good full fit body made a better warrior then a hungry one.<br/><br/>He ate slowly and took a look at those in the room currently. He had gotten to know them a little bit, but he always tried to keep his distance as well. Some more then others for other reasons. He mentally made a note not to stare at any rude area's again...last time his ears had felt like they were burning from the scolding he had received. How was he to know that some women didnt like being groped? Humans....he just didnt understand them sometimes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>