I hope I am not overstepping
Well, you sure clean up quite nice fer a man who was in cuffs just a bit ago.” A dry, accented voice announced a presence off to Ensign Reed’s side.
Issac had seen the disheveled Mr. Reed being escorted throughout the ship earlier, and had his curiosity aroused enough to seek him out once he was finished with his shift for the day. He couldn’t imagine that it was a common occurrence for new crew members, much less junior officers (as Ensign Reed appeared to be) to be led aboard in cuffs.
“Pockets, eh? Now that’s a damn fine addition to the uniform in my book, but Starfleet’s book may suggest otherwise. Not my call or business either way though; even if I was on duty right now.” Issac had by this point ambled over closer to Ensign Reed, within easy talking distance.
“Name’s Issac Forgrave; Ensign, Security. Coffee?” Issac held out a steaming mug of black coffee at arms length, with a inquiring but friendly expression on his face.
“If I’m not interrupting you, that is. Not my intention to run ya into trouble with yer Chief on day one.”
Ensign Issac Forgrave, Security
‘We are already off on the wrong foot, Mr. Forgrave. I don’t think you can make it any worse, infact a cup of coffee would make my day much better! Besides most of the transports are automated and inspection, logging I can almost do in my sleep.’ Replied the older Man. “Folks on the Vigilance called me Stores, unless I was in trouble” the last accompanied buy a wry smile and a dry chuckle. “ mind you stay behind the yellow line” as another grave pallet of micro Photon casings materialized 2m away.

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo