Zim went through the motions of the salutes, the yes sirs, everything else military that was required of him. When dismissed to mingle, Zim hated that term... mingle, the short man stayed put and crossed his arms over his chest, only changing his posture so that his legs were placed wider. Otherwise he kept the same blank expression on his face as he surveyed the room and the people around him.

As he stood there, waiting for someone to come mingle with him, he remembered the things that Fleck used to tell him about standing with his arms crossed. 'It makes you look like you think you are better then everyone else, that you are on the defensive and want nothing to do with the people around you.' With a small inaudible sigh, Zim Hero uncrossed his arms. Not sure what to do with them now, he awkwardly put them in his pockets as he looked around.

He was one of the older people in the room, this didn't bode well for his personal pet peeves, but they were in it together now. Despite this, Zim knew that he needed to keep his mouth shut, any disturbances socially can greatly affect the team work of the unit. Even worse it could affect an individuals performance even unto the point of risking their life. Zim knew to keep his mouth shut, normally this wasn't going to be a problem, but perhaps in this instance this was going to be a problem. He realized this as he scanned the room and saw the girl on the brink of tears. He then saw another young girl approach her and offer up a handkerchief. 'Great, another one is already flocking to her,' Zim thought.