Val had to be last on. She watched the arrogant, white haired man - whom she liked to relate to a pompous fox - strutt around for a bit and heard the list on names dealt out to the crew. Somehow the insult mustn't have been too good considering she couldn't tell what one belonged to her, though this lingered on her mind very shortly as she realised everyone was getting on without her. She took a few more moments to admire the ship before knocking off her boots to get some of the mud off and heading into the ship. Now she wished she'd made a harder effort knocking off her shoes, she carried her trunk in with her and knocked her shoes again before actually going in properly. 

For a moment she was at a loss to where she'd put her trunk, she was satisfied to put it down by the door until she could figure out where she'd sleep-and-stuff. She turned around and drank it all in, the metallic smell of, well, metal, rang strong and clear in her nose, she blinked and coughed a little to relieve it. She glanced to the group around the table and sighed a little, already getting settled. She was jealous of how easily they settled in, for now Valerie couldn't quite figure out what to do. She hovered around for a bit before looking around for the rest of the crew. She spotted the medic and the other girl she didn't quite catch the name of disappear into the cargo bay and decided not to follow, instead she leant against the wall, slung her satchel into her hands and looked through it, hopefully looking busy enough.