By now, Marcus had reuinted with his squad once showered and presentable.  There was the usual smart ass banter for a short while before Kyle had them snap to attention and shape up.  Soon he had them armed and headed to the rear Deck F where others from their deployment were gathering to practice sims.
"Vacation is over children, time to earn your pay and dress up like big boys.". He said briskly, leading the way through the twisting halls.
Marcus was ever amazed by Kyle's impossibly accurate sense of direction.  Honestly it was like he never got lost! Lucky bastard.
For the moment he was distracted from his thoughts concerning Rin as they turned towards a more mechanical and soldierlike mentality. True it wasn't full blown combat, but Kyle was never easy on them in these Sims, and more then once they had walked away from them with bloody knucles, lips, fractures, and sometimes bullet wounds.  Never fatal, but always hidden.  Kyle was a bit of a monster, an efficient one though.