It was a far cry from his job back home, but here on the ship Firo'd taken it upon himself to be part of the unofficial welcome committee. Though he may want to get rid of the eye in his pocket sooner rather than later, he still sticks around this time to look for people.

Hanging around by the lockers, looking a little lost? It seems like a textbook case of a new arrival. Firo adjusts his hat on his head and approaches. "You need somethin', pal?"