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

Dean flicks from the Jedi to the Spartan who called herself Savaymin. Striding up confidently in her armour was something he could respect even if she was a spartan. However, the moment her hands pried that helmet off he remembers why he dislikes her and most Spartans. Those eyes and their flamboyant, unruly behaviour. It almost made him sick. In Dean's mind, humans are only allowed to look one way. Savaymin was an exception to what his standard human was and thus she causes him to tick. She continues talking and Dean's eyes, as usual in her presence, become fixated on her teeth. Those unholy teeth. Dean shakes his head and returns to surveying.

Waiting for the admiral's arrival was a lengthy process but usually she made haste in a high pressure situation. The cogs of his mind begin to turn and a number of questions flow in and out like waves to a beach. As always with thought, he mumbles the questions to himself. He used the polite chatter of the Spartans he so greatly despises as a moment to calculate. "[color=00a651]Is she not concerned by this?[/color]" the words slip under his breath. Though likely inaudible they were definitely in the air. Dean's eyes scan the area once more. He goes to listen back in on the conversation in time to hear Savaymin's final remark. [color=a187be]"Not many people, even among our kind, are as dignified and well mannered as you are. But then again I live my life alongside a group of rowdy soldiers so what would I know?" [/color] Many of those rowdy soldiers were members of his security crew and he knew it. He offers a quiet growl before reaching a hand out to the Jedi's shoulder. He gives a light tap and a polite nod. "[color=00a651]I do hope you enjoy your time here.[/color]" He turns to Savaymin and speaks in a less polite tone but does try to keep it formal in the presence of the Jedi ambassadors. "[color=00a651]Spartan, I'm heading to the bridge to retrieve the admiral. Please keep an eye on the ambassadors and ensure that their every need is met.[/color]" His hand moves with speed up to his forehead in a salute and before she can reply he makes his way down the hall.

His boots make loud bangs as he storms his way to the bridge. His respect for the admiral was high but not high enough to justify her avoiding the ambassadors presence. These 'Jedi' were potentially dangerous and pairing them with the Spartans just struck Dean as a bad move. He begins to rehearse his conversation with the admiral on the way over. He waits until he's in the elevator to the next floor before starting however as he doesn't wish to be considered weird. "[color=00a651]Pantera Faye, admiral of the UNSC Solar winds, your presence is needed in the mess hall. I am going to accompany your sorry ass down there because I can't trust you to do a damn thing on your own. Jesus Christ it's like you get a kick out of being late and sloppy![/color]" The doors of the lift open and he returns to his march in order to recover the admiral for the meeting.