Allan nodded. "Indeed."  He even snorted at the 'monster' comment she made - surely her room couldn't be THAT bad.  Following her to her room, he stepped inside after Marty.  Looking around, he saw that it was a stark contrast to his own - save for a couple copies of the latest fleet weapons magazines, his was limited to the things he'd brought aboard, or had been issued.  His was more a bunk and workspace than a room.<br/><br/>"Of course you did.  Now, who should go first in the tattoo swap?"