Rayland was quick to analyze Jack’s growing posture and his lead-in to the formal handshake between them as he introduced himself. From the hard pressure of the hand that gripped his own and strong professional tone Jake spoke in, Rayland could theorize much about the newcomer as he applied his own ample strength into the friendly conjoining of hands in equal respect. Rayland surmised that this man must have seen plenty of action plenty of time and had the scars to prove it in that regard.

“Likewise Jack…” said Rayland has he matched the man’s name with the manifest. “For the time being I agree that you would best suited applying your skills as a guard. However I don’t anticipate anyone getting unruly, unless of course someone takes the mission the wrong way at the bar on Section D Eight.”

After his meaty hands departed from the handshake, Rayland observed Jack’s mention about his firearms being safely locked to his armor and how they would not be of any threat to anyone. While it was always good that nobody would be firing a weapon on his ship for any reason, Rayland however was more interested in Jack’s armored helm which going by the many scrapes and dents has seen its fair share of trouble. While there was nothing overly appealing about that, it was the need to associate a face to the name rather than a helmet that explained his gaze.

“Excellent though I hope that your helm isn’t mag locked either.” he began “I must ask if you regularly wear that thing indoors all the time.”