[Damian - Main engineering - Early Morning]

As far as everyone else was concerned, Damian was an early riser. Albeit one who sat in his room for the better part of the waking period. He braced himself upright against his bed as he heaved a sigh, getting ready for the day. They had arrived back at the station, only for him to have to skirt rather long conversation with his son (and by proxy, his ex-wife). Damian got out of his room, headed for the turbolift which would take him to main engineering deck where they were being assembled for the day, making sure that e was going to arrive fairly early for his shift. "Lift, main engineering, direct." The journey was quick as the doors pinged open, stepping out and entering the conference room.

Though it was not long after (or it had been that long) before other engineers began to assemble, and the furor of chatting with one another began. At least until the Commander had walked in. Damian could not help but look upon the pips longingly, his eyes turning cold briefly at the prospect of knowing what had slipped out of his hands before adopting a lesser stoic look. From the looks of the station, and what had been flying around, it was in dire need of maintenance. Or at least a constant one. The explanation of why the commander was joining them needed not been ask, for she had answered it already. He inched forward, watching as others went for the breakfast.

Damian waited, waited for his turn. Eyes glancing around, the awkward dance which people decided who would go first. "Crewman Damian Oerstadt." The words tasted strange in his mouth, though to a trained ear would be enough to place him as a German-born native. With the introduction over, Damian went straight for the coffee, pouring himself a mug full and putting it to his lips.

[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Main Engineering]

Judy put on her reading glasses and reviewed the PADD she had, once the round of introductions was done. Saya came in, and confided in her, so the older woman replied to her quietly.
"I'd tell you it gets better, but... it doesn't," she quipped. "I'm not going to say who keeps me up at night, but Anna knows who she is."

She then turned to the group.
"Okay, folks, so as you know, we're still working through deferred maintenance from Parsinp's era. Today, we need most of our folks working on the cleaning bots, since they're still acting up, but the Chief and I will be taking two of you to work on the Promenade. The interactive information boards have been faltering, if you know the ones I've been referring to, the ones with the directories, and we want to get those sorted out before the morning if we can."

She looked around at the engineers assembled, and picked out team members.
"Okay, Crewman Som," she pointed out the one she recognized. "And Crewman... Oerstadt, you're with us."

She looked over at the German (she recognized by the accent), with a question. "Did I say that right?"

She grabbed a sandwich, one with eggs and molten mozzarella cheese, and took a small, graceful bite.

[Damian - Main engineering - Early Morning]

It was not too long after the introductions that the doors to engineering once again slid open, revealing a familiar face; their chief engineer - Ozu Saya. He took note of the frazzle state that the other was in, the hushed exchange in words, his eyes narrowing in intrigue briefly as he flickered his eyes away, as if he were intruding into a personal conversation. He took another sip of his coffee as the explanations and meeting was laid out for them. His brow raised, Parsnip's era?, though opted to remain silent to hear the rest of the orders out.

Cleaning bots.

Damian clenched his jaw, hoping that he was not on the detail for that. He'd do more damage than good, taking the rusted things apart in hopes to better understand what made them run before realising that they had the complexity that was far beyond a phaser or its rifled companion. Slowly releasing the tension against his teeth, he waited to hear out who was joining the commander and the chief engineer. His blue eyes skirting briefly around at the 'competition', with some of them doing the same before his eyes locked back on the commander as she inquired to the pronunciation of his last name. He gave a nod of his head, "Yes ma'am." Certainly appreciating the fact that she had wanted clarification on the pronunciation.

He glanced over at the Trill, putting face to name and recalling it to memory. Crewman Som. His eyes narrowed a little in his own mental assessment of who he was about to work with. Eager, certainly. Though he knew most crew members were; fresh-faced and some hadn't even seen a lick of the Dominion War. With that thought, he took another sip and made for another refill.

[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Main Engineering -> Turbolift]

Judy nodded.
"Of course, of course. Get whatever you need," she told them. "I'll grab a spare toolkit myself."

And so she did, taking a small kit from storage and heading to the turbolift. She waited patiently for the engineers to get their particular tools and whatever else they needed, appreciative as ever of the skill and dedication of this department. True, the entire crew had to pick up the slack from the months of mismanagement in the past, but it was Engineering that had been working their tuchuses off to bring this place to a presentable state.

At last, they were all present.

"Deck 9, Main Promenade," Judy ordered the lift, before turning to the crew.

"You're both pretty new here, crewmen, aren't you?" she asked, trying to start a conversation.

[Damian - Main engineering > Turbolift - Early Morning]

Seemed like the meeting was over, and such was breakfast. Two coffees in, the sandwiches looked more than tempting as he watched the engineers flock away to deal with the cleaning bots. Damian had lingered behind, waiting for the next set of instructions to grab their tool kits and anything else that they needed. As such, downed the rest of his coffee, leaving it on the table with the rest of the used mugs and trading it for half a sandwich before heading out to grab everything he needed.

The change over from breakfast to work was smooth and second-nature; except that he wasn't headed to the armoury to repair broken phasers but to the turbolift which would see to his first engineering assignment on the station. Least there was no shortage of work to be complaining of a lack thereof. He could see the others gathering up ahead at the turbolift, stopping short to nod at their commanding officer.

He listened to what Som had to say, nodding at the vague recognition of the USS Centaur, a ship he had heard by name at the very least.

His brows narrowed briefly in questioning, ascertaining whether she was implying that he was old or simply out to gain something. "Not quite, ma'am. New to the role, not new to Starfleet," He weighed up exactly how much he should say at this point in time. How much Som would know compared to someone with the levels to access his files, had she seen it already? His eyes flickered over to Som momentarily. "Served on the Tortuga before this posting. Before Som's time."

[Cmdr. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Turbolift -> Promenade]

Judy slowly put away her readers, tucking them into her bag, as she listened. It wasn't surprising that Crewman Oerstadt had some experience under his belt, given that he looked to be in his 40s - one of the few members of this crew that were older than all of Judy's kids.

"We did," she confirmed her wartime service. "It was my first command posting."

At last, the lift arrived, and all while waiting for the crewmen to answer Saya's question, Judy motioned for them to head off the lift first.