((OOC: Nikita, I'm not sure if you're following Kate to get a bunk assigned or if Georgette is off on her own thing, so I'm not going to directly mention your character. Feel free to pose in if Georgette is with Kate, Tetsuo and Armina after all, okay? :)))<br/><br/>The lift is almost surprisingly large after the cramped and narrow corridors of the dropship interior, but then the elevators serve double duty when space is at such a premium and get used to take freight up to the living quarters as well. Even though a full complement of crew and combat personel, mechwarriors and fighter pilots, is only just over 30, they do need a fair bit of food and supplies for the long journeys through space.<br/><br/>Kate says nothing the entire the ride up, affecting her best imitation of a statue both physically and emotionally. She takes her duty seriously, as the last couple of years in the Angel's were good for her, until that last operation anyway. She wants to see the unit rebuilt, maybe some of the injured return to the unit in a year or however long it takes them to recover. And as Kate sees it, being second in command of the mech company is about like being an infantry NCO; her job is to enforce policy, and that means making sure her mechwarriors are well trained in Angels tactics, disciplined enough to know how to seperate the relaxed off-duty style the Dark Angels enjoyed from the professional demeanor and approach they take onto the battlefield, or even just other official functions, and that they are always ready for action at a moments notice.<br/><br/>When the elevator reaches the deck with the bunkroom, Kate leads her small group of prospective recruits out of the elevator and down a short corridor into the bunkroom. The bunkroom itself is everything it's been described as, tiny and cramped, and smelly from so many years of service with too many people sharing too small a space. It's set like a rectangle with the middle of the room filled in, bunks two high in every wall, drawers underneath them and the occasional vent trying desperately to circulate the stale air in the room.<br/><br/>"I think we've got a few unclaimed bunks together about mid way down." Kate says as she takes the group to the left as they enter. "The dropship crew uses the bunks on the right side, and these first two bunks here on the left are reserved for fighter pilots; we want them close to the door in case of trouble during transit. Ah, here we go. These two on left and then this one across, and I think that other top one next to it as well. Figure out which ones you want and then I'll show you where the galley and the pitiful excuse for a crew lounge are."