Dutch took Captain Onasi's scathing reply to his interview with a stoic glare. She was correct on many points: his drunkenness, his lack of grace, and his dislike of humans. That being said, he always hated the way that humans, and other species, assumed that as'storian's racism was a universal thing. Dutch's dislike for the hornless, tailless space invaders had nothing to do with his cultural predisposition, but instead their cocky attitude. An attitude that could be shared with many other species, though not in as heavy of a frequency. He didn't much care for it. Still, his work and experience spoke for itself, even if he did a poor job about it. Dutch was accepted onto the crew with the slight threat that he wouldn't be the only doctor. It only made sense that there was more than one medical personnel aboard. Two-hundred something crew members was too large a handful for one to take care of. The only problem that Dutch had was sharing his space with two others, and at least one of them was bound to be a human. They were like hyugien mites. Once they had infested something, you couldn't procure a single sample without seeing them. Blood, bone, marrow, muscle, and even brain tissue—human were that harmful and invasive.
He gave his overly polite 'thank yous,' and pulled away from the table. To avoid adding insult to injury, he left the bar. He had to procure his belongings from the hotel he was staying in, and then he would shuffle aboard the Belarus. If he was lucky he could partition off his work area from the other doctors, and make sure that everything was spic and span for his trip.
The entire business at the hotel took longer than he wanted it to. Dutch had a terrible tendency to spread out, and so locating the various hygiene products he had scattered about proved to be more taxing than intended. Inevitably everything was sorted away, and his luggage was packed neatly back into itself. There was a lot there, but then again, he was going to be on a space ship for a long period of time. One needed enough clothes that people didn't question if he had worn that set of pants earlier that week, or if the man just owned more than one pair of gray slacks. Actually Dutch owned a lot of gray slacks. It went well with his skin tone, and metal protrusions.
Dutch boarded the Belarus, tended to his luggage, and took it upon himself to locate the medical wing of the ship and wholly make it his—much like a terran cat consumes an entire bed when it only needs two feet of it. He knew he would probably be shuffled around by the other doctors, but he at least tried to make sure that he absconded with the largest, comfiest chair. Not a lot of species knew what it was like to have a tail. If there wasn't a part between the back and the seat, then one ran the risk of either scrunching it up uncomfortably into to the corner of the seat or sitting on it. While many as'storians didn't have seem to have much problem with the latter, Dutch did. Then again it had much to do with the surface area of what was sitting on it more than the tail itself. And Dutch did have quite a bit of surface area.
By this time Dutch had sobered up substantially and so tended to his equipment. Also he made a mental note to get the crew roster. He needed to know about the variation of species he would be dealing with along with their previous histories. It felt good to deal with an actual crew again instead of tending to the over privileged hypochondriacs. Dutch would have probably spaced himself if he had to deal with one more whiny princess.
