[quote][i]“Hello, my name is Londo I will be the head medical officer on the USS Tucker, what position were you assigned on the Tucker? I am quite excited to be assigned to a Federation starship.”[/i][/quote]
Looking over at the…humanoid, as he couldn’t quite say if he was human or not, the Pakled gave the best summation of a smile as one could manage. “Ocano, acting Archaeology and Anthropology Officer. Pleasure to meet you.” Taking a deep breath in while adjusting his uniform, he considered…well, Londo. Seemed to be alright, sure, though they were all [i]acting[/i] in one position or another. Acting XOs, Chief Engineers, Science Officers, acting because not one of them had yet to actually graduate Starfleet Academy. This was that final step and their uniforms showed it, strange as they all were. He snorted out at that thought, that some of them were getting it into their heads that they were actually [i]in[/i] the positions, officially and all.

Of course, it wouldn’t be right to say such things out loud and so Ocano instead offered up in return, “It should be an interesting cruise. I’ve never been aboard a Federation vessel.”

He noted, same as Xad had, that another fellow had arrived…a Vulcan, if he could tell species apart. She wore a smile, though, something that struck Ocano as different. He’d known a few of their type from the various classes, as some of the teachers were Vulcans on loan from their various science departments, and such were rare to offer up any emotion at all with the exception of disdain, annoyance, and the wonders of a stare. Maybe some chemical compound affected her to actually…have emotion in such an outward way? A medicine of some type? Ocano couldn’t recall any which had that effect, though. Odd, odd.

Of course, Londo approached and gave a greeting to the Vulcan, though Ocano couldn’t help but give a chuckle at the word choices. [i]Miss[/i] almost sounded as though he were talking to someone outside of Starfleet, someone who wasn’t their same rank and who had instead been placed on a pedestal high above all others. He let a smile touch his face at that imagery, poorly constructed as it was. A brief thought came and went to also introduce, though…no, no, he chose against that. It would be rude to interrupt the pair, especially when Londo had decided to begin the conversation in Vulcan, doubtless to which the Vulcan would respond in kind, and Ocano was woefully unprepared to assault that language by the act of speaking in it.