The terbulance of takeoff threw the rough skinned one into a soft teeter from left to right. This was due to him slowly melting into the mattress from his less than average weight. A bed that looked like it was made for someone less than 300 lbs. was what he was stuck with. In a worst case, he might break the thing and have to reimburse Moorhouse for it before he even gets paid, and get banished to the floor.<br/><br/>Didn't matter to him too much; excitement was over the horizon. Apophis wanted to laugh out loud at himself with these thoughts spinning around in his craggy noddle, but noticed that most of his crewmates were still in the room. He watched them file out after the announcement was made over the intercom. When the bunkhouse was empty, he let out a snicker. It took him a bit of work to lift himself from the bowl he made in the mattress. He looked down at his backpack. The thing wasn't made of any woven materials. The entire thing was metal and plastic; it resembled a small portable refrigerator. There were no drinks or food in it, only his weapons, cloths, some mining tools and parts. No trust was established with any of the crew yet, he only hoped that his outer appearance kept those unwanted away from his things. Compared to everyone's nice things his gear was probably junk.<br/><br/>Entering the hallway in a steady jog, he gradually crept up to the armored one and the bright luster woman on their path to the hub. He sped up his jog to pass the woman; now she would eat his dust from earlier when they entered the ship. A grin flexed the stone around his face in his accomplishment. The small crew was scattered all around the room. Apophis schlepped himself to a single seating unit closer towards the center. This one was much sturdier than the mattress, like it was made for him. He cupped his hands over his knees and waited patiently, head bobbing around checking out his crewmates again.