Jairen glanced over at the Nepleslian girl, his face an impartial mask once more. "No, I'm okay, thanks." He took another deep breath, inhaling nasally and exhaling slowly through his mouth. "It's just been a while since I set foot on a higher-grav world." Sliding the duffel bag's carry strap onto his shoulder, he continued walking towards the barracks with her.
The barracks was alive with activity when they arrived, the other recruits hurriedly unpacking to meet the Ittô Hei's deadline. Jairen selected a bottom bunk from the remaining unclaimed ones, letting his bag slide off his shoulder to the floor. Kneeling, he unzipped the duffel and began organizing his kit into his footlocker. The shelves had to be adjusted first, so he pulled them out and remounted them to the right side, with the middle shelf six inches from the bottom and the top shelf at half the remainder. Outerwear on the bottom, pants on the left, shirts on the right. Underwear and toiletries, middle shelf; socks on the top. A small rectangular hard case came out of the bag next, which he tucked in next to his socks. Its contents removed, the duffel was rolled up tightly and tucked under the shelving in the bottom corner. Satisfied that it was arranged to his liking, he closed the lid and started to make his bunk.
A slight nagging afterthought came to him as he worked, and he paused. He had forgotten to ask the Nepleslian for her name, despite having the opportunity. You should have asked her while you walked, he thought as he stood, looking around for her distinctively freckled face. A quick scan of the room found his walking companion again, and he approached her, tentatively asking, "By the way...I was wondering, what's your name?"