Cain, hyper as always, jumped from one shoulder to the other, into the air then landed, remembering the Weyr and visiting with locations that he recalled. Some had changed since they'd last been here, but for the most part, the blue "reported" that everything he'd "left" in place remained the same. "All in order? Nothing needs to be reported to our leaders? Good, I thought it would be good. Now fly on above and scan the ground. Come back in an hour and tell me if anything has changed from the air." Chirping, the firelizard did that, and Rath shook his head, amused about his friend's behavior as always.
In the dining hall, his footsteps took him not to the food, but to the bar. The bar where he sat down and held up a finger. "Something delicious that will go good with food. And food. Good food." The bartender insisted everything was good and Rath expected it to be, and while Rath waited for his food, which he was assured came straight from the very kitchens that served the rest of the Weyr, Rath turned with his drink and looked around. The rest of his things would be delivered once he sent word that he had a room, so he wasn't worried about them being left outside. Right now, he was more concerned with getting a picture of the people he might be working with in the future.
Next up would be the infirmary, after plenty of food, of course, then he would ask about the Weyrwoman, and from there, he would get to his apartment, unpack, settle in for the day. Tomorrow would be the first full day of complete work and from then on, no breaks, not unless he crashed first or was forced down by the Weyr's leadership. If he had to start working today? Guess where he would be once he finished with the Weyrwoman? His bag and things would be left in his room until later and he would just worry about unpacking during the evening hours when he should be looking over notes after leaving the infirmary and the patients for the night.
The food was brought to him, and he thanked the keep for it, then smiled when another drink was offered. He lifted a brow but nothing was said and Rath wasn't going to argue. Instead, he started to eat, and took bites in between people watching. Well, not so much people watching as it was watching for lizards. How he wouldn't mind getting a closer look at some of them, finding a few that seemed unusual or odd that he just wanted to peer more closely, examine for himself just because of unusual markings or frills. It was a part of his curiosity and his mastery peeking out. He would never change, but that wasn't such a bad thing - he wouldn't have become a Master if it ever had.