Stormfront has made himself a little bit more at home in the barracks, at least have a temporary station - which could be a worse one, given his bunkmates. It’s still obviously cramped, but he has a data pad station, and a few slightly larger accommodations so he can get his rations instead of needing someone with smaller hands to handle it and the like. At the moment, he seems to be reviewing personnel files. Slipstream takes the one you offer her, exchanging it for the one in her other hand. She taps on the screen to overlook the report. "Ugly things." she murmurs.