[b][color=598527][h3][center]Ensign Brine Sharp[/center][/h3][/color][/b]
As he walks around me I can't help but feel like I'm being scrutinized like a piece of equipment that he's checking for faults or flaws before using, not that I was insulted or put off by it on the contrary I believed it to be a sound practice. As a matter fact I was trying to the same to him but he was hard to read, though he did seem to possess a wisdom beyond his years and his eyes shone with a hardness that spoke of hard times. [color=598527]"Ensign Brine Miller Sharp, Sir."[/color] I said as I took the 'at ease' stance then offered my hand, he seemed like the type to appreciate a good old fashioned handshake. I knew he only wanted my name but my rank was as much a part of me as my name, I had worked hard to get it and i was proud of it. Hopefully he would understand that and not just think I was dense in the head but with the way he was studying me I doubted he would misjudge my intentions.