Wymond was on a short leave from the ship, still hiding from the SA military, it is very likely they wouldn't have any officers here but the citadel for one has a gather of thousands of people from all over, it wouldn't surprise him.
He didn't care too much about it though, all he cared about what drinking himself into a coma. This could be the last time he celebrated. But what exactly was he happy about?
His current situation for being AWOL was going great so far, he kept to the shadows when moving and plus. His helmet would hide his face, and he recently got ahold of blood dragon armor, badass medieval Earth styled armor from what he understood, with a crimson dragon across the shoulder.
A red glow emanating from his visor, for sure would scare anyone gutsy enough to tangle with him.

His experience as a military man with his basic training and growing up with his brother and fighter made him into a hardened character. He took another swig of his Serrice Ice Brandy, a 1000 credit drink, it is bluish and has a nice kick to it.

After downing the last of it, he made his way from the Dark Star Lounge, and towards the ship, perhaps others would be waiting.