James glared at Kid. He didn't like the way the male spoke to him. He was so used to being treated fairly that he wasn't used to the fact the people may not like him. He had worked with the same people long enough that they all knew each other on a personal level. "Don't call me big man. I have no desire to go by any other names. Do not call me by another name unless your intent is to irritate me, in which case we may have problems. Also drinking while on duty isn't a good idea, no matter how little." He shot back at the male then looked to be other male who had asked about washing bulletproof vests. "The outer cover should be removable, you should simply be able to put it in a washer. If not then sponging it with soap and water should do the trick. Of course if it is a bad stain, stain remover works as well." He shrugged as if his knowledge of the armor was normal and continued with his food. Now uninterested in the rest of the people in the room. James wasn't normally this hot headed but for some reason he was on guard now. Was it the new environment and new people? That had to have been it. He did know one thing for sure, if they were expected to be a team it wouldn't be an easy task getting them to work together without some sort of bickering. A lot of training was going to have to go into the teamwork of the group. That much was obvious to him.