Silverwinds' single eye opened blearily in the semi-darkness of the room he'd been given aboard ship.
He hadn't had time to do anything with the small personal space, leaving it pretty much a box with bare walls and minimalist furnishings. The only evidence of his taking over so far were the clothes he'd discarded getting into the cabin bed, piled haphazardly on a chair, and his kit bag shoved up against a bulkhead wall.
The fox blinked through watery eyes, and winced as he propped himself up on one elbow. Age was slowly catching up to him, and a night spent on a hard, narrow bed had consequences the next day. He opened his muzzle and tried to speak, but coughed through a dry mouth. Swallowing and clearing his muzzle, he tried again, sitting upright.
"Lights," he said, and the overhead flourescent strip pinged and popped to life with a hum, casting a somewhat sickly glow over the faded walls.
The vulpine pressed the heels of both hands to his face for a moment, before sitting still a moment, his pointed ears twitching and swivelling as he listened to the sounds from the vessel around him. Murmured voices, humming and rattling of machinery, and the distant throb of engines; all normal for a ship in transit.
Making a decision that he'd have to find out what was going on, and now was as good a time as any to meet his new comrades - and besides all of that, he was hungry. The fox quickly donned his shipboard fatigues and checked his appearance in the polished rectangle of metal above the rooms meagre washbasin. Ragged and rugged as always, and getting greyer every day. The corner of his muzzle twitched up in a wry smile at that, before he turned and headed for the door, stepping out into the corridor beyond in search of his new comrades.