[color=6ecff6][i]"Ouch."[/i][/color] Spoke the cybernetic voice of Simon's Ghost in his head.

Simon stared in utter disbelief, gazing over his awful set of cards in his hands. He eyed the Black Spade Seven and Red Heart Two grimly; it was considered the worst hand to start out with. This was but another string of upsets that had staked against him despite his best efforts within the past two agonizing hours. The Defender Titan was unable to hide his frustrated and defeated face, fully knowing and feeling the wieght of an imminent loss was upon him.

When it came time for everyone to reveal their holdings, Simon hesitantly showed his to the community. There was much sighing and grunting in the room as almost everyone but Galen revealed inadequate hands. With a groan, Simon placed his head on the table with a light thud, pushing his remaining Strange Coins into the ever growing pot that now belonged to the rookie Guardian.

[color=6ecff6][i]"Beaten by the newcomer...That must be a new record-"[/i][/color] Cipher was formulating a nudging telepathic insult before being cut off.

[i]"I don't want to hear it."[/i] Simon mentally hissed.

Most of the party backed off from the table, likely finished and grown tired with the game for personal reasons. Simon of course was quite done supplying Galen's skillfully developed hoard of coins out of his Vanguard provided budget which he had tapped into once his on-hand amount was forfeited out of the suffering of multiple bad plays. Simon leaned back into his own chair and stretched his body, placing both hands on his face while staring face up at the ceiling of the shuttle.

As Simon's Fireteam leader went around the space, serving tea to those whom were interested, he silently acknowledged with a thumbs up and soon took hold of the cup once Andromedai supplied it. Taking a sip before resting the cup back on the table, Simon laid withing his seat eyes closed, allowing himself to drift away in the the comfort of the ergonomically refined cushioning and the nearly too classy music. The atmosphere was pleasant enough to calm his agitated nerves after the grueling losses. 

In an attempt to maintain the field of play, Andromedai had gestured another game in mind but at this point, almost everyone was quite though with competing against one another; even Nova's situational report shot that idea down too. Not a minute had passed by as Simon, nearly falling asleep had then began to hear the banter between the Fireteam leader and Specter over duty and position. Honestly the racket was unwelcomed but at the same served as a reminder that he was on a mission and half an hour away before their firearms were likely to discharge soon. With a growl, Simon sat straight up and half paying attention only to see Spectre and Kazik beginning to converse about something he didn't quite pick up.

Simon then took notice of Galen once more whom now had a fragging railgun in his observant grasp. He blinked several times in stunned amazement with how loaded this rookie was becoming; being well-armed with Exotic classified armaments and stealing everyone's prized currency meant for transactions with the mysterious and enigmatic Xur. He watched Galen analyze and examine the potent heavy weapon before speaking up.

"You know how to use that?" Simon interjected. It was a silly question to ask someone who job [i]was[/i] to put holes through anything large and heavily plated but in all honesty, this was a new wild age and as a mentor himself, Simon was naturally concerned for the rookie.