Anya waved Ezri off as she rose from her seat. It seemed as if the American sounding Russian was distracted by something herself. At least she didn't seem to find anything wrong with potentially lopping off one's limbs to be replaced by machinery. Perhaps Ezri hadn't really thought about it as hard. After all, she probably wasn't thinking about joining the WREC program herself. Anya, on the other hand, saw the potential to finally get a one-up over her brother after all the shit that went on in their lives. But was it really worth just that? It could be a chance to pioneer a new level of warfare, fighting for the good of all of humanity. How could Anya pass the opportunity up? She went back and forth in her mind while she finished her breakfast without any immediate conclusion. She decided to give herself to the end of the day to decide whether she wanted to volunteer. The new guy across the room had this weird look that was distracting her too much right now.

Over in the gym, Luc listened and nodded to Burkley. He expressed his sympathy in his own way, but probably not in the most sensitive way. He started by sucking in a breath through his teeth, "Ooh, losing your squadmates in your first firefight, that would have been rough as sandpaper. Well, you'd have to have survived for a reason, right? Just as well we have a survivor like you heading squads in this organisation." Regardless of Burkley not talking any further, it didn't discourage Luc from running his mouth like he normally did. "You know, I'm Belgian, but most of my upbringing was in Britain as well. Boarding school, you know? Didn't stop me joining the army. Had only one UN deployment to Africa, but it was a long stretch. People there don't give you much hope, so you just got to come out laughing, like I did. Haha!" Luc's tone seemed to give off an inhuman lack of empathy, but his past experiences were taken rather differently than most. "Lost a couple of colleagues as well. They were arseholes, mind you, but I wouldn't wish their deaths on anyone. One guy got surprised by an IDE, nothing could have saved him. The other guy was our mutual superior, he hung himself after a while because he [i]adamantly[/i] refused to see a therapist or even so much as the damned chaplain about his survivor guilt." Luc sounded more annoyed than sorry, "He would have been kicked out of the army after a while with the way he went on. Gives you some perspective. Some wounds you just can't see yourself until you feel them rot. Knowing that is what makes real survivors, right sir?"

It was only at that point that Luc realised that Burkley wasn't listening and hadn't been for a while. Luc just nodded his head to one side and continued jogging. He understood when some people got fed up of talking.