Jan had been in a passive-agressive staring contest with ignan ever since he had gotten to the mess hall. Something about the man rubbed Jan the wrong way, his demeanour reminded him of the stereotypical obstructive petty officers he had worked with on previous contracts.

Still, Jan stood at attention towards Graham all the same, Igran he could annoy all he want, but Graham was the one signing his paycheck. He sighed when the commander gave him that "you're doing disciplinary chores later" look he knew all too well. On the flipside, if he ever retired as an NC pilot, he had enoug experience to start his own dishwashing business.

He glanced over the new recruits, one of them seemed to be trembling in his boots for some reason. "Van gent... welcome to the club. If you know what you're doing we'll get along fine. If not well... I'll chip in for a nice gravestone for you." He stared at the scared looking recruit with dead-serious eyes. Waiting to see whether the kid had a sense of humor in him.