Jonas sighs as he looks at the ship.  Not much to it, another Firefly.  How many has he served on?  He starts to count, then stops, remembering the weight of his tools in the bag over his shoulder.<em>Shindig</em>, some name.  Well, he has seen worse looking ships.<br/><br/>He makes his way up the ramp.  Hearing voices, Jonas stops for the moment.  Not really in the mood for talking, just wanting to get settled in.  Take a look at those engines for himself.  He had looked it over when given the grand tour, a tour he probably knew better than that fancy smancy captain, but hadn't gotten to really look around.  To see what might wrong there.<br/><br/>On the other hand, he does need to check in.  No need to get shot by some trigger happy gun-hand.  He finds his target.  "Captain," Jonas says, announcing his presence.  "If you would direct me to my quarters, so I can look at my engines?"