Juppy, armored in military-style cargo pants, a black, somewhat form-fitting t-shirt with the Panthers' logo, and, like Cecelia, a leather jacket with the same logo across the back. A pair of military tactical gloves ("These are my lucky pair!") with hard knuckles and running shoes finished off his attire, as he jogged down the ramp, toward the surprisingly stunning XO waiting for those wanting to go off into the city. 

Being the first one to join her, he glanced back at the currently empty ramp, and then at his commanding officer. After a moment of observation, he gave her a smile, and turned back to the city, staring curiously at the high rises and the sky scrapers, at the particularly bright areas of lights where some kind of event must be going on. All the while, he tapped his foot absently, the thumb of each hand in his pants' pockets, the rest of his fingers and hand splayed out and hanging. 

After a few moments, he asked Lang, "So, not bad, I hope? I mean with the mission. Not a single one of ours was even penetrated, and we disabled or destroyed nine out of twelve hostile mechs- captured the other three intact. Not bad for a rookie team, I would think.” He turned towards her again, slightly, giving her a friendly glance out of the corner of his eyes.

“If you’d allow it- what’d your report say about me? I admit that I’m curious.”