According to his back, either he was getting old, or he had absolutely been sitting in his desk chair for far too long. He chose to believe the latter, because the former brought on an existential crisis he was not ready to face and he would get laughed at for besides. He was barely starting to creep up on his mid thirties.

He refused to groan as he straightened from checking the ties of the tent (because even self-erecting tents needed to be checked). Sunshine spotted in through thick leaf cover, the forests of this planet a strange mix of Earth jungle and conifer forests. Sounds abounded in a different way the the ship - chirps, clicks, twigs snapping, brush moving, the world just breathing around them rather than beeps and hydraulic hissing and boots on metal.

Damn.

"I have to admit - it's nice out here."