After a fresh shower, Dun headed to Three Forward for the gathering in his most casual dress (http://www.thescifiworld.net/img/interviews/paul_mcgillion_01.jpg).  There was so much to do that it would not matter all that much whether or not he took the time or not off his busy schedule.  Besides, the dock crew he had been working with were exceptional and they would be catching all hell from theirs and him yellin at them really only made them cross.  Laughing to himself, he entered the door as it slid open, nodding here and there as he headed straight for the bar.<br/><br/>"Double shot espresso, mate," he addressed the crewman behind the bar.  Maybe with a little caffeine he could shore up his energy and get some more work done before the the morning.  Thanking the ensign and turning with his steaming cup of coffee, Dun turned and settled back against the bar.<br/><br/>There were quite a few people already in attendance, notably the ships top two.  Excitability also was apparent in the form of the nervous and shaky ensign or few that had gathered.  Social grace and nerve always cracked the engineer up.  When you had so much raw power just under control in the middle of the most appealing of situations, you tended to be a bit more rough around the edges personality wise.<br/><br/>Dun nodded at the little group that centered on what was most likely one of the Security Chiefs newest arrivals and took a sip of his drink.  Ahh, the beauty of social naivety.