The occupants of the common room slowly filtered out, so Henry thought he'd do the same. He walked down the hall to room number 11, opened the door, and entered. [color=e0c070][i]Ugh... I need to fix this place up[/i][/color] he thought, gazing at the neatly decorated room. He left his bag by the door and began to change the room to his comfort. He dismantled the bed, stacking the frame in one corner and tucking the mattress in the other. He opened his bag and took out a data pad, a gun, and a small shield generator. He put the shield generator in his pocket, and zipped it up. Next, he stashed the rest of the room's contents in the same corner as the bedframe so the room was bare except a stash in one corner and a mattress in the other.He opened his data pad and recovered an old [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3ubwb7hbI0&t=10s]music file[/url], allowing the melody to fill the room as he sat in quiet reflection. 

The officer that had escorted him here was right, Henry was scum. But he loved it. Freedom from law is something to revel in. Stryker seemed to have a more genuine concern, even without knowing that Henry had provoked the officer. One event isn't really fair to judge somebody on, so he disembarked from that train of thought. The Harrison fellow was probably the cook. Seemed fine. Food is necessary to humans, so that's a bonus. Idly, he wondered if there were more crewmembers and when he'd meet them. Oh, and the pissed off lady who just took food and left. Henry guessed that she was pissed with Stryker, and it had something to do with what had to be Tib and the cranky lady mating. How Stryker had anything to do with that eluded Henry, but humans' minds work in weird ways.