[center][h2][color=f26522]Artyom Barkov[/color][/h2][/center]

Interacting with: [@dabombjk][@alexfangtalon]

While the nap was in and of itself rather enjoyable, Artyom couldn't laze around all day; There were things to do, people to talk to, plans to make for when they arrived in hostile terrain, training drills to run; Sure there wasn't exactly much room on the ship for anything too advanced but even if they weren't a proper military unit didn't mean they could just slack the hell off. They were going into enemy held terrain, he needed to know that everyone under his command knew what they were doing!

People not knowing what they were doing led to people dying.

Dressing himself out of instinct and repetition, Artyom walked out onto the deck of the ship... and noticed that bowman was talking to a new girl. For a moment he considered the possibility that they were recruiting some more people from Santorini until he approached and got a better look at the girl... and caught a whiff of her. He quickly found himself labeling her as a refugee instead of as a possible recruit. "[color=f26522]And I want to be able to eat bacon and poop emeralds. The difference between us is that I'm halfway successful.[/color]" He quickly spoke up, having overheard the girl's intent. 

Looking at her in a manner that was clearly judging her abilities and finding them wanting from what he could see, he simply asked "[color=f26522]Do you have either a weapon, armor or training with either of those things?[/color]"