"Alright, then.  See you in 10.  And, thank you."  Turning, he headed towards his cabin, reaching it in just a few minutes.  When he got there, though, he realized he didn't exactly have clothing suited for working with heavy machinery.<em>Maybe I can get the quartermaster or Marty to scrounge me up a coverall.</em>For the meantime, however, he pulled on an old T-shirt and pair of pants he used for farm work when he was younger.  And while the pants fit, the shirt was a little tight, hugging the lines of his chest.  Swapping his shoes for boots, he headed back to the place where he was supposed to meet Marty.  Pressing a button on his commlink, he informed the chief gunners that he would be out of contact for a short while, and that any relevant updates were to be sent to his data terminal.<br/><br/>Personally, he was glad to be helping out in another section - maybe he could pick up a few things from her while he was there.