Spectre nodded "Yeah, I'm a Warden but just remember who tasks the troops to defend the hangar you need land in and launch from." He smiled at Katrina and shook her hand before they headed down the hall. "If you prefer you can call me Spectre, it's my call-sign and name, Intelligence didn't give us real one's because they want us to remember we aren't like the rest of humanity, were soldiers born to die for the cause, you know Bullshit like that. Oh and before you go getting any idea's I am considered Hyper-Lethal, entire base's have vanished while I'm on the job." As they walked down the hall he decided to treat the Major to something better than what was in bar. "I have a few bottles of the good stuff in my cabin, picked it up on my last op it's scotch from way back when, it's close to 400 years old. Just don't ask how I got it, I could tell you but then another Warden have to kill you." He smiled changing direction heading back towards his bunk, a couple of his boys jogging down the hall gave him a quick salute. 

"So Major we both have some stories, I'll share a few of mine you share a few of yours and we have a few drinks? Sound good?" He said as keyed in the code to his cabin opening the door to the very nice and spacious cabin, it was one of the best with a desk linked to the comms and boarding control system he could watch and control how his fire teams reacted to boarders and other threats. On the far side was a clear cupboard with eight bottles of very old and expense looking whiskeys. He walked over grabbing one and two small glasses he sat them down on the large table across from his bed. While yes it was nice it was still just one room for living and bathroom... Even if that bathroom had it's own supply of hot water. "Have a seat and make yourself at home." He offered to her smiling as he took one as well, his eyes resting on the power armor he hung up on the wall before he left earlier.