This was not a good start.

Rhys had not been hoping for a chatty fellow or a smartass - the team had enough of those - but he had hoped that this Fletcher would have been at the very least, not a completely socially inept person. Surely, there had to be something for him to comment on, be it how empty the office was, or Murphy's choice of hair colour or even Noon's excited declaration of love for Chinese food. Rhys sighed inwardly. He had given them his name, at least he could do that much.

Perhaps he was being too harsh in his judgement, Rhys decided. After all, they had only met for a minute at most. They were going to be working together for the foreseeable future, and Rhys honestly could do without making things awkward between them from the start. "G'day to you, buddy." He said with a smile on his face. "Name's Rhys. I'm the brains of this place. I'll be the one giving you whatever information you need, and fixing whatever shit you fellas break."

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"Nice to meet you," Fletcher said in response to the Caucasian's introduction. It was nice to put a name to a face, and this Rhys person looked, and sounded, friendly enough. He didn't really need to explain his role, though, as Fletcher had already deduced it simply from his disability. Apart from working in the background as in the role of a handler, Fletcher could think of little else for Rhys to do. You could hardly ask him to clean up the place, now could you?

Fletcher looked to the lady introduced to him as Rainbow, and immediately decided that she was a person he should take seriously. She certainly did have a no-nonsense aura about her, as if she would cut him in half if he made as much as a quip about her name. "I won't," He said and managed to wrangle a friendly smile onto his face. He had dealt with the serious sort before, such as visiting officers or base personnel who took themselves too seriously, and Fletcher knew that he would just have to polite, friendly, and hope for the best. "I know about being given an unwanted nickname, ma'am."

That left only one person whose name was still unknown to him. Bolstered by the confidence at having said a total of two complete sentences, he looked to the tanned woman. "Ah, may I know your name, ma'am?" He asked. The honorifics slipped out of his mouth without his notice, the result of having to address everyone as either 'ma'am' or 'sir' for over a year.