A yawn then filled the air, as an unfamiliar face then reappeared in the Galley; belonging to none other than their rarely seen and rarely needed Gunnery Officer, Lt. Commander Robert Prower-Graves, who was covering his mouth with one hand, as he carried an old-fashioned letter envelope in the other. "Ooh.... Morning Moira." he said, rubbing his face to work some life into it. "What's all this then? Putting the Fear of You into some poor Snottie?" he asked, using navy slang for a newly assigned crewmember.