Bruce woke from his sleep feeling more rested than usual. Not too unusual considering he was used to sleeping on his, admittedly cramped, starship, but something still felt off. He moved to check his nearby datapad and immediately two things stood out to him: The notification in the corner and the time. The notification was likely some mission or something, it could wait, because the time was about 45 minutes later than it should have been when he woke up.
One word was going through Bruce's mind, albeit many, many times, as he dressed himself appropriately enough for breakfast: crap. With that taken care of, he jogged out the door and towards the mess hall. Once he arrived, he felt a wave of relief fall over him, for multiple reasons. Not only were people still getting settled, for the most part, but there were other people!
As he hadn't been awake for very long, Bruce decided to skip any food and instead just grabbed a glass of juice and sat down at the nearest table with the most people at it (though not by much). Down the table sat a young man with a cybernetic eye and remarkably pale skin. He was looking across at girl with a smaller frame and some mutations who looked quite uncomfortable. He couldn't get a solid read beyond the obvious on either of them.
As he settled in, he remembered the notification from earlier and decided to check it. Three missions available for the whole team to vote on. A siege, an escort, and a defense. He could also see the votes for each mission, though not specifically. Escort mission, huh? Not my first choice, but hey, what're you gonna do? He put the datapad away and turned his attention back to the two others at the table.
"Good morning!" he said heartily, "Have I missed anything important?"