Karn stepped off the turbolift and followed his nose, taking note of the turns he had to make to get to the source. When he walked through the double doors, he was surprised at how small the room beyond was. Not that it bothered him. He'd just been expecting<em>more</em>.<br/><br/>He took in everyone in the room, trying to memorize their faces and match them to the name's he'd read over on his flight from Earth to the docking station where the Uss McNair was currently docked. Mars. It was hard to<em>not</em>look at, even for a Klingon like Karn.<br/><br/>It's surface was both beautiful and dangerous. A very attractive thing indeed for a Klingon warrior. It promised hardship, battle and glory with a twist of natural beauty. He stared out the viewport for a moment, lost in the sight that resided just outside the ship. Then his stomach reminded him of why he'd been drawn here in the first place. Food.<br/><br/>He walked the rest of the way into Ten-Forward and up to the bar, taking note of the various Officers and their ranks in the room as he passed them. Finding an open seat, he sat in it and waited for the chef to make his appearance. The smell of the Chili, wasn't particularly all that attractive to him but, it did have the promise of having enough spices in it to fill his taste buds' need. He'd learned long ago that looks alone couldn't determine the course of alot of things. Books. Food. People. Even ships. So, he looked over to where a group of people seemed to be congregating and got up, walked over and sniffed at the food in the container.<br/><br/>"What is it?" he said as a man, probably the cook, was just finishing urging the Commander to eat his food.