Alexi didn't sleep well, understandable considering the situation they had all found themselves in. So when they had some decorated CPO, his parents had described such things in nostalgia and respect, came storming in, rousing them and those who weren't fast enough getting a shock, he didn't see how they could like that kind of person. He lingered too long, getting a shock and unceremonious toss out of his rack. He would have swung right then and there, if it wasn't for the fact that the guy had that stun stick and this man, who was probably the head of their training, was watching. Later, maybe when they weren't looking. His mood had gone from depressed and shocked to angry, but he didn't have much room to wriggle, so he grabbed his uniform. stamped with a stark 'Alexi-192', and threw it on before making a swift exit of the tent. The others that had beat him out were already at attention, and he followed suit. Not like he had much alternative anyways.