Damien Stein was the late raiser today. He was a warrant officer in the Engineer Department and today he was setting a fine example. Not really as he laid in his lower bunk of the bed as he groaned slightly while his alarm was going off. He lazily reached over and smacked the off button and then rolled over to face the opening. His eyes flickered open slowly and took in the surrounding empty bunks as his vision cleared or as well as they could as he needed glasses to see properly. He reached up to the shelf crevasse and patted his hand around to find his thick rimmed, black glasses. When he found them, he grabbed them and put them on. He blinked a few timed before rolling again, only to just plop face first onto the cold metal floor. He moved his head to look forward with a disgruntled look on his face. He was already dressed in the orange jumpsuit that is the engineers uniform. He sighed and hen got up, taking the blanket off him and tossing it on his bed. He made one last huge yawn before groggily walking over to the sliding door, pressing a button to open it and make his way to the hallway.<br/><br/>Naturally, he was hungry and really could not work on an empty stomach. Like a few others, he stepped into the mess hall. Considering how new he was, he did not have any friends and was not hailed by anyone which was fine with him. It meant he could work and be ‘himself’ and not be bothered. He grabbed a tray and went over to Moira to get whatever she was serving. He smiled and said ‘Thank you” and then went over to an empty table and sat down. Setting the tray down and sitting down in the chair, his mind slowly starting to function. That’s right; the AA guns were not working properly. There was something about three of them not starting up or rather, activating properly. “Still, why trust a warrant office with such firepower…?” He said to himself as he reached for a fork to take a bite of his food.