[center][color=00a651][b]"Holy shit, it works?!"[/b][/color][/center]

The Spaniard had been trying to get a lava lamp to work ever since he unpacked it from his luggage, the IRV Howard's electrical system not being the most customed to such trivialities on the crewmember's quarters. The room smelled faintly of strawberry, due to Guijarro's hairgel and whatnot: He was really touchy when it came to his hair, more often than not taking quite a long time to get it in the perfect position. Apart from all of that, the room wasn't decorated at all apart from the glow of the newly working lamp, the jazz onboard making Óscar perk his ears up, surprised at the AI's music choice although the music that came from the headphones around his neck was more than enough to make him forget about the travel they were going to perform. A job is a job, sure...but the newly-made guard wasn't really experienced in the watery depths of planet Earth. Not at all.

Óscar began to take out his other clothes, which basically consisted of: 3 black hoodies, a black shirt with what appeared to be the Metallica logo on it, some other more colourful shirts that appeared to be ever-so-slightly tighter than the Metallica one, a variety of jeans and sweatpants and the clothes he was wearing at that moment. He wasn't one for formal wearing, he absolutely [i]hated[/i] the idea of having to dress nicely...well, mostly because the tuxedos and shirts were way less comfortable than his casual attire. After the unpacking had been done, the Spaniard looked around with a comfortable glance -- It sure as hell wasn’t his own apartment, but it had a cozy feeling to it: The metallic walls and doors kept the room silent most of the time, the lighting from the lava lamp was relaxing and the room itself wasn’t too spacious nor too tight.

[center][color=00a651][b]"C’mon Óscar, first day, let’s see if you have to work with fuckheads or with slightly better people than you’re used to."[/b][/color][/center]
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With headphones on his neck[/url], the man walked out of the room and slowly made his way to the cafeteria, guided by the signs on the walls. Was the music coming straight from the messhall? It sounded like it, but why would that kind of music come out from there? As soon as he entered, those questions were answered. Óscar sure as hell couldn’t resist letting out a chuckle at the decoration of the room, slowly advancing towards one of the party hats on the table and examining it while keeping his other hand inside his jeans, shuffling his torso to keep the hoodie in good shape. The cleanliness of the place was something to raise an eyebrow at, but, it was obvious that the room in which they’d be eating for most of the expedition was going to be sparkling clean. As he turned around, still with the party-hat in hand, he noticed the Greek Biologist glancing around with an unamused look on his face, to which the ex-bounty hunter snickered with a pat of his own stomach.

[center][color=00a651][b]"Not th’ best presentation ever, eh?"[/b][/color][/center]

He asked in an attempt to make conversation with whom appeared to be the only man in the room right now. Demetrios didn’t have the look of a boring person, or at least not the kind of guy to just have one topic to converse about, just like 90% of the people he had already met in the IRV Howard up until now. Óscar took a seat near one of the tables, lowering the volume on his headphones and leaning on the table itself, glancing back around the room while speaking up: A raspy, slightly deep voice was now asking the Biologist.

[center][color=00a651][b]"So...I suppose we are gon’ work together, aye? What’s yer name lad? If you don’t mind m’ asking, that is."[/b][/color][/center]

His tone wasn’t either too rough nor sweet, hushing in a neutral kind of voice to ask the Greek man about the tasks that they both had to do around the IRV. The Spaniard had experience in the security jobs, that’s for sure, but he wasn’t bad on cultural topics and whatnot: His travels and happenings in life had really opened him up to many other kinds of people and countries, having an extensive knowledge about many country-specific habits and whatnot, he'd surely find something to make Demetrios feel slightly more comfortable around him...all in all, they were going to work together in the ship.