"What no more robots to smash?" Montana said with some disappointment holding a robot head under his arm before deciding to drop kicked it across the room, the head landing on the ground with a loud clattered. He left the training room behind the others, heading to his own room to drop off his weapons seeing how he wouldn't necessarily need them while he was wandering inside the ship. The only thing he kept with him was his shotgun, mostly because he didn't want anyone touching it besides him. Some would perhaps think it odd that he named it but after all the shit he had gone through with it, it was nearly a friend, a friend that never failed him. 

Upon reaching his room he looked within and seeing the walls mostly painted a dark blue color with some yellow and brown for the trimming."Jeesh I know I'm Montana, I don't need to be reminded," he said as he entered, partially having to duck as he did and began putting stuff away, so he could quickly leave the rather annoyingly colored room and be able to explore around the place before having to mingle with any recruits. Sure the others might of been good but that was merely a training simulation, he wanted to see what the others could do in the real world when sometimes you had to say screw the rules and take things into your own hands.