Unsure about the proper placement of a male in these quarters, Stephen hurriedly decided to take the bottom bunk in the cabin before making some decorative decisions. He stripped the top sheet off the bed, then tied it to the posts connecting his bunk with the top one, creating a thin but functional curtain out of the military regulation cloth. With a little bit of privacy now awarded to himself, he hoisted the case he'd brought with him from Britannia onto the mattress and popped the lock.

High command gave him a list of what would and would not be available in the ship's infirmary, so Stephen had made sure to pack other medications he'd need accordingly. The pill bottles rattled quietly within his case every time it shifted, like he was bringing a dozen baby rattles with him into a war zone, but the bright orange bottles were safely stowed beneath his official uniforms and civilian clothing.

The only other item he brought with him was the flag of the Britannian highlands, bright blue with the white X through its center, which he started to hang over the blanket screen as an extra layer of privacy... and not so subtly claiming as his own.