Donovan stood, glad to finally have a plan on what to do: Kill time. After scooping up his helmet, Donovan approached Massachusetts, and a freelancer he didn't recognize in green and purple armor. He addressed the pair. "Hey guys! Hell of a welcome wagon huh?" He chuckled "I don't know about you two, but I haven't eaten yet. Wanna head down to the mess hall, grab some grub?" 

Donovan made for the door, when he realized he had yet to introduce himself to the freelancer beside Massachusetts. He spun about, and extended his arm. "Good to meet you, by the way. I'm Donovan!"