Snippet #1392871

Grant followed Kane onboard with all the enthusiasm of someone waiting for severe dental surgery, listening and nodding along to this words without response until they were inside. He took a look around and found the guy was right, whoever had maed the ship certainly had an eye for style. Perhaps it was just him but anything that wasn't solid rock and coloured with any hue anything other than filthy soot looked good. He pouted his approval as he was led to what would be his room. It was far from granduer but it was still luxury to the poor miner and the bed looked about as comfortable as any other he'd seen.
"Arr, cheers Cap't, you'll be likely hearin' me holler soon enough," he replied offhand as he snatched up his bag and stepped into his room to assess the situation. It wasn't bad. Wasn't bad at all. There was a bed, which would have done him well enough on it's own, and a wardrobe and other 'essentials' that weren't needed. One of which was a mirror, giving him a full view of his grimy face. The closest he'd got to viewing his reflection, and hence grooming, in the past however long he'd been on that rock was glimpses of his distorted features in semi-processed ore. "Guess I could do wi' a shower..." he muttered to himself before slinging his oily, dirt-ridden toolbox up onto a small table, instantly smearing filth across it's surface, so he could inspect the contents again. He wasn't worried about leaving anything behind. When it came to his equipment there was no second best about organisation, he was surprisingly anal about it. Clearly this didn't show in his general appearance but as a worker it was all he had. So he set about once more checking items off against his mental checklist until a voice came over the announcement system.

"Grant, prep yourself. We'll be rifting in 5...4...3..."

He paid no attention. Space travel was a frequent part of his work, even if it was only between work and a single dock, and he knew what to expect.

"2...1."

The bodily 'flash', which was the only way he could describe it, was slightly different to others he had undergone and the delay in returning to a normal state was enough to make him drop a mechanical clamp which clanged inside the metal carry-case. He blinked the sensation away, it wasn't particularly pleasant in his opinion but he could deal with it. He picked up the clamp and looked it over. No damage. As though there could have been. Most of his gear was as hardy as he was, he made sure of it. Looking around, quick stock count now done, he caught sight of himself in the mirror again. If he wasn't going to be mining for the next few days then he may as well spruce up a little.

"Hey Cap'n, could do with a wash 'n' a drink," he called out while he packed his things away. "Where'd I go fer that?"