Having his own home- much less room felt a bit odd. After spending his years as a cadet, a soldier in the Republic and then the Empire, Crosshair was used to shared quarters, the constant hum of others around him. Not that it bothered him much at the time. The closest he got was at Tantiss in his damn cell.

Now, the light streamed in from the window as he leaned against the worn plaster wall. He watched, arms crossed with his new prosthetic, as his friend tried to bring some semblance of life to the space. They apparently knew him well enough to know he hadn't even thought of doing it, much less himself. After all, he already had his cases in with his supplies and gear, what else did he need?

"Absolutely not," he stated, his voice sharp as they attempted to put up a particularly awful poster. He'd spent most of the morning voicing his disapproval. Loudly. Each attempt at decoration- holographic landscape, a motivational quote in Aurebesh with questionable grammar- had been met with a withering glare and a terse dismissal.

It had been a few weeks since they saved Omega and the others from Tantiss, finally putting an end to Hemlock. They were all back on Pabu and making it their permanent residence. Well, more him since he hadn't settled down completely yet like the others. He wasn't built for this- navigating civilian life, let alone someone trying to turn this barebones room into something resembling an actual home.

When they put up another photo, he paused at the sight. Where they'd managed to dig up a photo of the squad back before everything with the Empire occurred was beyond him. His eyes lingered on it, but after staring at Tech for far too long, he forced his eyes away. "Fine," He grumbled as he conceded.

He sighed, pushing off the wall to walk over and finally look into the box they dragged in. Maybe he should put an actual effort to try. "Fine, what else do you have?"