Rainman bit the end of his pen as he peered into the box filled to the brim with cans of beans, He was 90% sure that this box was supposed to contain cold cuts, not beans. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the clipboard in his hand, sliding down the list of supplies that was supposed to be on the ship. Finding nothing, he sighed and shut the crate again and slid the pencil behind his ear.

"Hey, Kris, you checked that crate over there?" Rainman asked, tilting his head towards another crate up against the far wall. The other man shrugged and shook his head, tp which Rainman just rolled his eyes before turning to the crate in question. The station had just opened up, and these idiots couldn't get a bunch of damn crates together and organized. Back home he probably would've been shot if he'd mixed up crates, though to his knowledge they weren't smuggling highly illegal drugs for the local mafia here. Though, some of the crates did look pretty suspi- THUD!

Rainman stopped short as he walked into something... No, [i]someone[/i]. The Security Officer, infact. Well, the bird one anyways. "Whoops, sorry..." Rainman searched for a name, but came up with nothing. He shook his head and continued. "Something you need, officer?"