[b]Devan Tide[/b]

Tide watched the new arrival with a look of wide eyed bemusement. He hooked his foot around the leg of an empty chair, and pulled it out from under the table, the metal legs scraping against the tiled floor with a nerve-shredding screech. "Here, sit down before you fall down," he said, a mixture of concern and amusement on his face, before turning to Erik. 

"Explosives, eh?" He took the half-smoked cigarette out of his mouth, and crushed it against the tabletop with one hand, idly scratching his unshaven chin with the other. "I'm starting to wonder what sort of a job I've gone and signed myself up for here!" His laugh was somewhat hollow; this was one damned strange crew he'd joined, and Tide wasn't entirely sure he shouldn't just get up and walk away now. 

Of course, he knew he wouldn't. Whatever the job was, if it needed this bunch of misfits to pull it off, he figured it had to pay well. Either that, or at least offer some fun and interesting ways to end up dead. He stood up, pushing his chair backwards across the floor with another ear-piercing screech. "Gonna get something to eat," he said, setting off across the cafeteria in search of coffee and something greasy. Preferably something involving large quantities of bacon.