Fletcher smiles and gestures around. "This is the rec room and lounge! It's where all of us hang out between patrols. We have all the game systems and a big media library. Everyone's off on patrol or running errands right now, I think."

Rider scans the room and a slight smile tugs at the corners of her cheeks. "It's a nice setup."

She's always had a bit of an affection for the retro, and while this is pretty primitive by OTC standards, you don't need fancy tech to make good games. The Royal Game of Ur proves that by a landslide.

"Yeah," she agrees. "None of my crew had anything like this back when they served."

She hops onto a couch, smiling. "What do you still have to do as far as setup?"

"Accounts, phone, laptop, and ID photo," Yeoman Price replies. 

"Any boilerplate you can do on the accounts while I help with her computer?"

"Not that doesn't need her input, unfortunately." Price shakes her head. "If we did the paper side of the paperwork first, I could turn that in and bring back everything but the photo ID. You two could work on the electronic half of things while I'm doing that, and then we could go get her ID photo taken."

Fletcher just gives Rider an eager look, her eyes wide. Destroyer Eyes: Deployed.

Rider laughs at Fletcher's eager gaze. "Sure, let's do that then. Whatever'll get it done fastest."

With a quiet but cheerful "okay!", Fletcher grabs Rider's hand and leads her down the hall, with Price following. The doors are all labeled with metal plaques bearing ship names and hull numbers: Missouri (BB-63), Lexington (CV-16), New Jersey (BB-62), and more. A little ways down the hall, they reach a door that doesn't yet have a plaque, just the mount point for one. Fletcher opens it, revealing a desk, a chair, a wardrobe, a shelf over the desk, a large bed, and room to add more furniture out of one's pay later. "Tada."

"Looks lovely. I've definitely slept in far worse places." 

Rider goes over and leans against the desk. "So now what?" 

"Now you sit down at the desk and we walk you through local paperwork." Price sets the stack of papers on the desk and pulls out a pen. "First up is basic identification data."

The top page wants information like name, age, height, weight, gender, pronouns, appearance details, and so on.

Rider fills it all out as best she can. 

First Name: ᚱ (The Elder Futhark rune, not the english letter R. "Rider" is the english transliteration she prefers.) 

Last Name: Ingram 

Age: Chronologically 33, in subjective time closer to 40: please note that she has had adult capacities since the date of her creation. 

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 250lb due to bone reinforcement, 210 in build. 

Sex: Tailored hermaphroditic; XY, Estrogen-dominant, penis and estrogen-bearing testes. 

Gender: Female 

Pronouns: She/Her

Hair: Scarlet (Natural) 

Eyes: Red 

And so on. She has to cram in a certain amount of information into boxes that are too small, but she does her best.

This continues across banking forms (which mostly just ask for name, preferred address, and some ID number fields that Price tells her to skip), parking forms (want a description of Rider's hovercycle and any identifying numbers on it, along with the same other ID number fields that she needs to skip), and others in that vein. Once Rider's finished the name fields of the ID form, though, Yeoman Price sends an email to the IT department. By the time all the paperwork is done, she has a reply, and writes down an email address and a temporary password on a sticky note.

"Okay, Fletcher. You have her from here?"

Fletcher nods and grabs the laptop box.

"I'll be back in several minutes once all this has been processed, Ma'ams."

And out she goes.

Rider works her way through the various forms patiently. It's okay, she's okay, she can muddle through the tedious part to get to the part that's fun. She's got this. 

She manages not to bounce her leg, but mostly out of concious control. 

"Bureaucracy. It's almost always the same. Sometimes it's better, sometimes it's worse. At least all of this is happening in a prompt manner." She smiles at Fletcher as warmly as she can manage and runs a hand through her hair.

Fletcher nods. "Yeah, I guess it's a constant in every world, then?"

At least getting the computer and phone on the network and configured for all of Rider's accounts is reasonably simple. She also makes sure to add the CAD programs Morrison likes on the laptop, access to the parts catalog, and access to the ebook library.

"Anything else you want on your computer or phone, while we're setting things up?"

"Uh, you got a decent music player?"

"Mhm!" They totally have one, both for the laptop and the phone. Both get installed and hooked up to the other shipgirls' music libraries, and to the public music store. "Done. Anything else?"

"Is there a builtin notes app or word processor or do I need to add one? Any common file formats I'd need software to read?"

She nods and walks Rider through their office suite (which has a word processor, notes app, spreadsheet app, and more) and PDF reader, which are already installed. "Those are the main file formats you'll need. I added the design software Morrison likes, since I think you mentioned something about tinkering with stuff?"

"Smart. I'll probably have to learn the local software but hopefully it won't be too much of an adjustment. And yeah, I'm a bit of a gearhead. Special interest in keeping my bike going."

Fletcher nods. "You'll figure it out. Okay, now you need to set a password on your computer and a password or PIN on your phone."

She opens the relevant screens on each device and slides them to Rider, looking away.