[center][b]Dean Joseph Victoria Harbit[/b][/center]

Dean cranes his neck side to side with a mild popping escaping his joints. He did this often enough for it to be considered a daily habit. He stands in the hall, outside the doorway to the right side of the frame. He begins his wait for the admiral to make her way down as for discussion. While the Spartans may feel it their place to make small talk and give tours, Dean remembers his place in all this. He continues to monitor the room however by taking a slightly unnatural pose. Half surveying the hall, half surveying the mess. His right brow raises ever so slightly as the Jedi named 'Wrenu' rushed at the cake. In silence he was assessed and deemed to be the most unlikely security risk from the entire group. This allows Dean to focus on the other Jedi the Spartans that stand near him.
One of the Jedi begin to approach him and his guard is instantly raised. His fingers tighten their grip on the assault rifle and eyes narrow in. Every thing he could try to calculate about the Jedi was running through his head. In his mind, every little feature was being highlighted and labelled.
[color=9e0b0f]"Not sure we've been properly introduced. I'm Greggory Wick, Jedi Master. Yourself?"[/color]
[color=00a651]"Dean. Rank details for crew personnel only."[/color] His response was sharp and somewhat misleading. While this wasn't at all the case, Dean just didn't feel like running through his position and giving the Jedi an upper hand in case of a hostage styled situation. [color=00a651]"Mind clarifying your position as a 'Jedi Master'? Preferably what weaponry one in your position would use." [/color]As usual with new comers, Dean was straight to the point. The concept of them being trusted to leave their weapons on their ship didn't go well with Dean. In his experience, no one's ever willing to leave their weapons behind when encircled by new threats.

([@neogreggory])