Koschei was in the bed of his quarters. Eye closed, he somehow fit on the cramped bed with enough room for his long legs, and his powerful arms were crossed over his chest. His breaths were coming in slow, shallow and even, and he looked to be sleeping. And why shouldn't he be? He wasn't much of a technician, and was only useful on their long voyages for the lugging around of stuff, something that made him feel very useless, very fast. So, when the opportunity to kick ass came around, he didn't pass it up. It was the one thing that he was actually more skilled at than the rest of the crew, and being that said opportunities didn't come around too often, he usually made them last as long as he could without compromising whatever schedule they happened to be on. It was what he was paid for, after all!<br/><br/>He opened his eyes, almost entirely black at first, but shifted over to his original blue hue as the pupils contracted back to adjust for the flickering of light in his room. He scowled then, as the ruckus happening... somewhere on the ship. While made to take quite a beating, and could do just about anything that a ship of it's size was meant to do, the walls on the inside were painfully thin, and thus making so that a light tap of the hammer on one side of the ship would cause infinite amounts of irritation to someone on the other side. It was one of the drawback of being cooped up in the same box for weeks on end with the same people. Koschei wouldn't trade it for a world. Well, he would, but that be not the point.<br/><br/>He tossed his legs off of the bed, growling and mumbling softly to himself, a mixture of telling himself to count to ten, and a wide assortment of curses, and lewd descriptions of what he had done to the mothers of the people involved in the noise-making. He put on some shorts, but left himself shirtless as he stepped out of his room, not wanting to rummage through that mess until they docked. He would find a shirt, eventually, but he usually walked around bare chested. He had a nice body, he supposed, but it was more due to the fact that he felt cramped as it was in the ship, having grown up spending most of his days outdoors, so whatever liberties he could get, he took.<br/><br/>He rubbed his tired eyes, and walked over to where he heard the noise, slightly abated now, but still originating from the captian's cabin. He quickly ceased his grumbling at this realization, and slowly, as silently as possible, made his way there. That being said, he wasn't very good with being silent, at least not about his movements. He was a heavy fellow, covered in pure muscle, and each of his steps, in not carefully placed, made something of a shudder on the ground. He poked his head into the captain's quarters, seeing the door slightly open. He bumped into the Doc on the way in," Blessins' to yer, Doc," He said with a nod.<br/><br/>"What be the cause of this here disturbance?" He said with nod to the captain," Blessins', capt'n," He turned to the ," And blessins' to you too, Isi," He turned back to Cal, seeing that there was something bothering her," Anythin' ah can do to help ye's?" He squinted his eyes a bit.