<strong>Name:</strong>Mehor Russ<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jhamel Engineering Deck ---> CO's Briefing Room<br/><br/>Mehor had managed the limited socialising involved in coming aboard the ship, remembering to smile, and that he wouldn't be punished for meeting the eyes of any of the women, in fact it was encouraged. It made him uncomfortable, but only because it required him to break habits built over a lifetime, not preference. He imagined it would be freeing once it no longer required so much though. Tired, mentally, from the excitement of boarding and<em>so</em>many people, he retired to the Engineering deck, rather than his personal quarters. With the familiar hum of activity, he worked as a number of other staff began to familiarise themselves with the ship that he had by now, committed entirely to memory. There was little to go over at the moment, so he spent him time pointing out various things to those who would serve with him in Engineering, his usual uncomfortable nature dispersing as he remained on his topic of choice, speaking with those in the same realm of enthusiasm as him. As he was discussing the warp speeds of the ship, the call through to the briefing room came through. He turned instantly, abandoning the conversation, leaving a very confused individual, before heading in the direction required. He did not respond, neither to the order not to anyone present. He had been called, following orders slowly had earned him broken bones in the past. Although not necessarily aware of the fact himself, the CO's voice being female may have put rather more haste in his step.<br/><br/>Despite this haste, Engineering was somewhat of a distance and he was the fifth person to arrive. Freezing slightly upon entrance, he nodded to those present, not quite managing to meet the eyes of the two present females, before finding his seat, his arm quivering, ever so slightly, as he pulled it out, thankful for allowing himself to be supported by the furniture, rather than dependent on himself to remain rigid while standing. It was then that he managed words, they didn't shake, it was why he had delayed, and with a mental burst of strength, met her eyes.<br/><br/>"Captain, pleasure to meet you, and you both, officers." Nevertheless, it sounded somewhat awkward, as if the greeting was entirely alien to him, which it was, and it was only a moment before his eyes were roaming around the room, processing the present technology of Starfleet.