Richard only spared a quick glance up to the Captain when he was giving a tour of the ship, more intent on making sure everything they were supposed to have was on the ship. Fortunately for their suppliers, it was, though the hold was quite cramped by the time he and Phil had finished their work. That done he tucked his clipboard under his arm, adjusted his hat and set off for his bunk. He figured that the captain would want to have a communal meal, it was something that he did when they broke atmo sometimes. In any case, he wanted to get changed out of his current outfit and in to something a bit cleaner.<br/><br/>In his bunk he quickly stripped and changed. His body was thin but solid with muscle, and he was a bit stronger than most would think from his build. A number of scars covered his forearms, all made by cold steel of one sort or another, but he had been lucky to avoid any of the nastier injuries that went with his profession.<br/><br/>It was about this time that he heard the Captains announcement, summoning the crew and passengers to the galley. His duster was left hanging on the hook by the door. His hat was hung almost reverently atop that, leaving his short dirty blonde hair uncovered. A hand absently ran across his chin but he decided that shaving could wait for a few more days until he really didn't looked presentable. His gun belt, holding his six round revolver and his extra ammunition. The shotgun stayed on its mount above his trunk, while his knife was slid into his boot. It wasn't that he expected dinner to get violent but he had never heard of a man dying because he was too careful.<br/><br/>Before leaving he picked up the clipboard, intending to give it to the Captain after dinner, or to use it as a distraction if things started heating up between the Companion and the Captain. It may be old fashioned of him but he believed that dinner was not a place for fighting, it was for eating. And Sue was a good cook. Not like what he remembered from the ranch of course but infinitely better than what many ships had. So with hopes of something delicious in his mind and clipboard under his arm he left his bunk and made his way to the galley.