As they were dismissed Marciano wandered a bit. He had never really gotten used to carriers, his missions usually involving mainland Europe, but he was determined to find his way around if it killed him. Entering into the ship he made a mental note of how the door outside looked before moving starting to follow the various signs to the different parts of the ship, keeping away from the restricted areas of course. He had been wandering for a bit when he stopped, looking around he blinked. Where exactly was he? [i]"Merda"[/i] he whispered to himself as he tried to recall his steps. Slowly he backed up trying to find a familiar hallway, an actually helpful sign, anything. 

finally after a bit of trial and error, though mostly error, he almost quite literally stumbled back into friendly territory. Clearing his throat slightly he moved on, leaving that incident behind him, he instead resolved not to try and chart the ship alone and instead tend to a cup of coffee in the mess. finding his way there with no major difficulty he retrieved a slightly chipped mug and filled it with the strong smelling substance. Sliding himself into the table as quietly as he could he was just in time to catch one of the newer pilots introducing themselves 

[quote]"You have to start the day with a good breakfast!" Austin smiled-mostly to himself- as he left the line, sitting down next to the faces he managed to get to see before they left- his plate lined with bacon, sausage, grapefruit and an omelette "I forgot to introduce myself to you guys, My name is Austin Zimmerman, Callsign Viking. Good to know I'm going to be flying with you guys, it's a real honor.....Do you know where I can find a phone aboard, I need to contact base to see if the twins are fine!".[/quote] 

Taking a short sip Marciano nodded with a smile,  "Good to meet you Austin. I think I passed on the wall a few hallways over and a deck down, though it might be for official use, but that would be my first bet." He shrugged slightly as he quickly took another drink of the strong coffee, and resolving that at least getting slightly lost had helped someone this morning. "Now where is Stalin, I do believe he offered up to buy a drink." Marciano said with a small grin as he looked around.