It was a relief, setting down his bags in thus far empty quarters. With the stress of moving behind him, and the terrible situation he had left at his last post heavy on his mind, he was due some peace and quiet.
"Computer, lights to thirty percent, please," he asked, preferring the dimness to calm himself. He was Cardassian, after all. "And turn the heat up to 25 degrees celsius."
He decided not to open his bags as he felt the room gradually get warmer, more comfortable. Unpacking could come later. Work would start again tomorrow. Right now was time for sitting on the sofa like a sack of potatoes, and basking in the heat with his eyes closed until his stomach started demanding a more proactive approach to indulging in comforts.
