Ryan accepted the jacket passed to him with interest. He turned it over in his hands, turning it around and holding it at a distance to admire the embroidered squadron insignia on the back. The material felt good quality between his fingers, shiny and smooth. It was too hot in the hangar to wear the heavy bomber-style jacket, but he tucked it onto his lap and nodded in appreciation towards McKnight with a grin. 
"Stylish and good quality? You're spoiling us, boss. I'll be sure to do my best to live up to it," he added sincerely, the grin turning to a firm-lipped smile. 
The conversation moved on to coffee, and he raised an eyebrow. 
"Never had much of a taste for it," he acknowledged with a shrug. "It's all brown muddy caffeine to me," he added. "Guess that probably makes me some kind of savage or something though, by the sound of the rest of you. Oh, and it's got to be Mars, right? I mean, there's not much else out there to see right now..." he grinned and a sparkle gleamed in his eyes. "...Unless someone's holding out on a secret base or the previous owners of the ship, of course". He tapped the deck plating with the toes of one boot for emphasis and winked.