As foul as his awakening temper usually was, the thought of the consequences if he did not obey the Colonel slapped all sense of rebellion out of his mind and snapped his senses into military overdrive. His voice seemed like an instant call for obedience as Richard stood onto his feet and made a snappy salute, his back ramrod straight, head held high and a tight-lipped expression on his face. Despite his dishevelled look and plain clothing, the Englishman looked every bit a military soldier. The other two members of the team took up positions either side of him and they held similar stances, obeying every last utterance the Colonel spoke. Despite looking like something that had shambled out of a grave and then crawled through a factory, the Colonel still managed to strike awe and fear into Richard in equal amounts. 

Dropping his hand at the appropriate time, Richard took a shoulder-wide stance with his feet and stared directly at the colonel’s forehead, not daring to look into those piercing blood eyes, lest his blood curdle in his veins. The ensuing message however, was received with mixed reactions. On one hand, he was happy, ecstatic even, that he would be going back into action. After all these months of waiting around and doing nothing, he would finally have a chance to feel the blood rush of combat…well, in a simulation anyways. It was as close as he could get, and it didn’t really matter anymore once he got into the thick of it. On the other hand, however…he mentioned new team mates. With the people they had been getting so far, he was more than just doubtful of both their competence and their mental state. A slight twitch of the lip went unnoticed by the Colonel, although out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the colonel smirk when he looked at him. The mention that they were fresh out of the bus didn’t help either. 

As soon as the Colonel left however Richard eased up, sighing as he rolled his shoulders. Well…he wondered what these new guys would be like…hopefully nothing like the previous members, greenie, melodramatic or arrogant. The first one that came up caused Richard to narrow his eyes beneath his glasses, clearly visible as they switched back to a clear sheen. Seven seconds into his introduction and he already hated him. Arrogance did not place well with him, even if he did do it sometimes. He was aware that he was being a bit of a hypocrite, but his first impression was one of someone who would rush headlong into combat to die. “Fastest A.W.E, first one to die,” he muttered quietly under his breath as he unconsciously clenched his fist. If they were to spar…he would do more than just catch him… The girl at least seemed better, or rather, more bearable. 

“Richard Williams, pilot of FIEND and DEMON,” he replied curtly as he unfolded his arms, bending his back slightly in a formal bow, “a pleasure to make your acquaintances.” The mere names of those two models should tell the two newcomers what company he was a patron of. And from there, he could gauge their reactions. Most people were abhorrent of Ghoul as a company, which he could understand, but he respected those who saw that there was a need for fear tactics. “I will be providing as much of a front line as I can to keep you out of harm’s way.” Looking over to Roman, he drew him closer by grabbing his arm. “And this is Roman, our infiltrator and spy. He’ll be going deep into enemy lines to sabotage them as best he can,” he said as he slapped him gently on the back. Leaving Thessalia to do her own introduction, Richard gently took a seat, but his eyes never left Sasha’s, as if initiating a staring contest. The eye contact was broken a few seconds later as the German newcomer threw himself down into the chair beside Richard, now dressed more casually. It was Sunday after all, so all classes were cancelled. 

He wouldn’t really gauge them yet until they were in combat together, but for now…he would give them the benefit of the doubt. “So…how much experience do you two have?” he asked curiously.