Asrial breathed a quiet thanks of relief that he wasn't the only one late, and the fact that the commander seemed to be welcoming. Falling in with the others he quietly followed the group that was his new squadron as they were led through the new ship by the commander. As the wound their way around Asrial made a mental note to memorize at least two hall ways in the ship in case he got lost, he didn't want a repeat of his first day in his old squadron, a memory that made him shudder slightly in embarrassment. Still he kept up, his grip on his bag only loosening slightly as they neared what would be their living quarters. 

First impressions for the area seemed good, a sentiment that Asrial could echo. It was comfortable, it had a warm air about it, an almost home cozy feeling, however small the main living area was. But he didn't take long to look around, another mental note made for that, as the squadron broke to claim their bunks or claim food and then bunks. Still, being near the back of the group, and having no particular air of urgency in this matter, meant that the Aranok was one of the last to move towards the rooms. As he strode passed a couple of the rooms, Asrial couldn't help but cast a couple side glances at his squadron mates. They seemed a fine bunch and he added getting to know them to the mental check list that was seeming growing at an alarming rate, still he placed it near the top priority. Releasing a breath that was just about halfway between a sigh and a normal exhale, Asrial turned himself into what was probably an empty room. Placing his bag down on one of the bunks he undid the top and meticulously extracted its contents and placed them on the bed, a slight hum emanating from him as he filled the silence as he worked.