The doors slid open to reveal a somewhat quaint lounge.  It could probably occupy a third of the crew at a time though it would likely be cramped.  The smell of sustenance was in the air, much stronger here than before.  This must be the origin of such delectable tastes.  He slowly stepped into the room to take a closer look.  The only person he could see was Lieutenant Commander Osiel, the second in command of the ship.  Tosh had glanced over the manifest, taking note of the most senior officers aboard.  He hadn't really taken a second look at many of the others.  The man wanted to know who the orders were coming from.  Anyone else he really had no immediate business with and could find out more when he actually met them.<br/><br/>As he stepped further in, he noticed another door.  From his position it looked to be a kitchen with two other crewmen in the doorway with a further two inside, two men and two women.  A quick glance told him they all seemed to be senior officers, the small pips giving away their rank.  A heavy sigh escaped his lips before he turned his neck to the side, a soft crack emanating from the action.<br/><br/>He stepped forward toward the most senior officer in the room, clearing his throat to let his presence be known.  "Greetings, Commander Osiel."