"Echo Squad to Echo Quarters. Echo Squad to Echo Quarters. Echo Squad to Echo Quarters."
Maria shot a withering glare towards the bullhorn, and the intensity of it only grew after she heard something about "AI". She was hardly some Luddite, but even she had her limits. In this case, that limit was a stubborn refusal to be hurried along by some irritating, crackly voice from a bullhorn. 

Maria gave the room she was in a last glance before slipping into the veritable river of people that thronged the lift. She quietly counted along with the digital timer, half-hoping to find something else to mentally complain about with the base's technology. It was better than merely following the flow of the new arrivals, feeling entirely too small and brain-dead. However, once the large clock ticked down to zero, the lift began its shuddering descent to the warehouse.

Once the lift reached the bottom, though, Maria scored the vindictive victory she had been searching for, mentally noting the colossal shelves... Almost all of which were bereft of anything that Maria would consider useful supplies. She hoped that the UN wasn't relying entirely on donations, because from the looks of things, that would quickly end in starvation. A brief thought flickered in her mind, that they could possibly be storing more food elsewhere, but she filed that thought away for later. She still had her quarters to find, and the crowd of new arrivals didn't seem like it would stop on its winding path through the facilities any time soon.
[i]Honestly, the whole setup just seems a bit... Sad. You'd think the UN could do better, but I suppose they're penny-pinching, as always.[/i]
Despite her initial cheer at finding her suspicions that this place wasn't AS high-tech as the hangar suggested, Maria still felt a fleeting pang of disappointment. Sure, having her instincts proven right was one thing, but actually working for a competent, well-thought-out organization would be a whole different story. Still, she got over it, and steeled herself for the bureaucracy to come.

The group that she was in had almost made its way through Mission Control before Maria realized that they were out of the warehouse. She quietly scolded herself, and got a quick glance at the large, shadowy room before passing into the rather more brightly-lit hallway. Unfortunately, all the lightning did was serve the purpose of proving Maria's rather scathing regards to the place. It was an absolute mess, and Maria's opinion swerved wildly back and forth, like some pendulum, between the two extremes of irritation at how ridiculous the place looked, and a sort of pity, for both herself and her compatriots, who had to live in it.

As the group entered the barracks, it slowly started to dissolve and lose people to the various “sights”, if you could call them that, which the area offered. As Maria strolled on towards Echo Quarters, she dryly wondered how the hallway would look like if it was entirely rock. Of course, she didn't have to imagine TOO much paneling away in order to get that image. 

This time, at least, Maria was prepared for the twang of disappointment on her heartstrings as she entered Echo Quarters. Honestly, she should've expected bunks. Individual rooms, apparently, were too much to ask for from an organization that can't even cover its own walls. 
She collapsed into a bottom bunk on the wall opposite to the entrance, where she'd have a good view of people coming in and leaving. The bed wasn't soft, closer to the opposite, really, but as she crashed down onto it, causing the springs to squeak wildly at the new weight, she felt like she was in heaven after the long ride to this God-forsaken base. Maria uselessly fluffed at the single pillow, bare of any sort of cover, unfortunately, and slowly worked her way back up to a sitting position perpendicular to the direction of the bed, with her legs hanging off the side. Good. Looks like she was just short enough to be able to sit up in bed, without banging her head on the bottom of the top bunk.
Honestly, Maria was too exhausted to even give her fellow squadmates a cursory glance, and instead opted to rest her eyes for a few moments. Her legs dangling off the side of her bed, and the back of her head rested against the refreshingly cool wall behind her, Maria realized, [i]This is the first moment I've had alone for hours...[/i]
Well... She was gonna enjoy this. Hopefully that damn bullhorn wouldn't sound again, or that her squadmates wouldn't be too loud while settling in. She wasn't optimistic, but the temporary, if illusory, alone-time gave her a brief flicker of hope. It didn't even cross her mind that she'd be called out of the quarters soon, or that someone might want to strike up a conversation. Hopefully her bunkmates would be courteous enough to realize that she wasn't in the mood to chat.