The fact that their new commanding officer was a Sergeant was a little surprising to Andrew, but what really caught his attention was the fact that the man was a [i]darcsen[/i]. That was a good sign! Considering that a lot of organizations maintained a culture of stopping Darcsen's at the door, if not outright dragging them off and breaking their legs in a metaphysical sense, the fact that a darcsen had been able to raise high enough to achieve a commanding rank was a sign that he was good enough at his job that even the bigots and the zealots that no doubt made up the man's superiors couldn't brush his achievements aside or deny him promotion to sergeant. 

Cracking a small smile at the man's joke and waiting until James the army transfer was done before throwing in his own two cents "If you can't tell I'm a lancer myself. Already had my trial by fire with my old company; Killed enough pieces of imperial trash to get a medal for it. I would like to earn more Sir." It wasn't much of a joke, but a stab at humor was better then nothing.