Fleming grinned, he always admired newcomers that were willing to work. "Oh, I can think of plenty that you could do to help out. For now, I hate to set ya to work before getting settled in, so I want you to pick a place to stow your gear. We have way more beds than we have bodies so you can just take your pick of whatever rooms are open and unpack a little. If you feel like eating, the kitchen is almost always open unless you want to eat somewhere on station. Whenever you finish getting settled in and still feel like working, I'll be around here... in the deck," the Commander laughed, some of the tiredness dissipating with a second wind. "I released the others for liberty, so I hate to have you work when you could be wining and dining with the rest."