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It felt good, being back in orbit. Artificial gravity, the constant hum of machinery meant to keep people alive in the void of space. Different on a station, compared to a ship's interior, but familiar- A taste of what was to come. With paperwork and his bag close to hand, he read as he walked amidst the milling crowds on Outpost Vega, muttering the occasional apology and flashing tired smiles whenever his lack of attention led to bumped shoulders. Unfamiliar names and faces, lists of allergies, dependencies, medical histories. It was only the surface level information, what could be crammed onto a few sheets of paper in a folder for skimming, but it was knowledge he needed to know backwards, forwards, and inside out. More would come, once he got his hands on the shipboard systems. One name, at least, rang familiar, bringing a grim smile to his features. West. He found himself standing before her even as he snapped her folder shut, the Stellar Horizon loomed almost larger than life behind her, and Eagin returned polite, professional greetings in kind, leaving a more familiar reunion for later.

At her direction, he slipped inside his new home, passing through the shielding and air curtains with a faint shiver, goosebumps rising on his skin. The wider noises of the station cut out, and for the first time in years, he felt at home. The contained hum of shipboard systems, close-in passages and cozy shared spaces, all neatly laid out with work in mind. A return to space, to doing his work where he was meant to do it, was more than comforting. It put a pep in his stride all the way to the med bay, and his excitement only grew when he finally laid eyes on what was to be his domain. Research stations, servers, worktables, even a large stasis tube for studying alien specimen; Let alone the medical facilities, carefully arranged and separated, but easily accessed. It was a haven for his work, equipped with everything he might need. Finding his personal quarters tucked away in the back, right behind what he expected was meant to be his main work desk, was a pleasant bonus. He'd rarely have to be more than a few steps away! Chuckling to himself, he took the time to lay out his things, a few small personal items set up in his quarters and atop his desk, professional equipment sorted and stored, before he peeled himself away to head for the meeting in the Control Room. It wouldn't do to make himself late playing with his new toys, after all.

Even so, he only barely made it in time to hear the first introduction from Amara, still slipping his arms through the sleeves of his lab coat, seeming oddly... Natural, atop a crisp grey suit, as if that doctor's white was just what had been missing from his ensemble. He listened politely to the others, and when his turn came around, he favored everybody in turn with a faint, tired smile. The sleepy set to his face seemed to be a permanent feature, the sort acquired by a lifetime of long nights. He seemed pleasant enough, all the same, the faint brogue to his speech undercut by years away from his homeland, though between it and his surname there could be little doubt of his descent.

[color=00746b]"I'd be Doctor Eagin McDorrel. They have me in charge of research and science for the mission, but I'm primarily t'be the Medical Doctor for you all. I have an obsessive sweet tooth, so anybody who finds me jelly beans gets the name brand cough syrup."[/color] A brief grin outed the comment for a joke... Hopefully. [color=00746b]"Health's important, mental as well as physical, so I'd like for each'a'ye to make it a point to come by the medbay for a check up by tomorrow. If anyone gets star-sick, we've got more'n enough Dramamine to last the year."[/color]