"It's been open for the past five minutes sir... I haven't figured out how to turn it off yet and there's no instruction manual in this little plastic wallet." Henry admits. Every button on the console is unfamiliar to the poor old commander as he's used to an older version of a completely different design of console. The only good thing about Henry's new console is that the lights are almost identical to his old console's lights, that and there is a compartment that fits a packet of biscuits nicely off to the right of the console. Why no one stopped an old man from carrying a cushion, a packet of biscuits and a copy of War of the Worlds up to the bridge is something as puzzling as the buttons to Henry. 

"Let me know when you need anything else sir, that or when someone's found the instruction booklet." Henry happily chirps before starting off the book and the first biscuit with the swivel chair's back facing the console. It's what the old commander is accustomed to; a calm environment where he only needs to look at the console every ten minutes while enjoying a book during the peaceful and uneventful duties. The Orion hopefully isn't too different to the old outpost for Henry.