The ride on the bus had been bumpy, and the temperature didn't do any better for the man seated next to him who seemed in a foul mood. But Garrett didn't let that bother him. He had talked the man's ear off the entire trip. About South Africa, and how the weather wasn't any different here, than there which Garrett apparently found kinda ironic, from the multiple times he brought it up. His exictement palpable in his voice, and giving him a bit of a scatter brain. He was finally out in the wide world, he had flown to another Continent, he got to see things some people never in their life had done, some never left the city they were born in, and even fewer left the country. At least that's what he had heard from some journalistic articles, which he mentioned to his seating partner much to their annoyance. The man next to him must of thought this was some sort of psy-op, or test because he never once challenged Garrett, or fought with him. Only gave him the occasional "Mhm" When the bus finally came to a stop he ran to the front, to be one of the first to jump off sending up a little plume of dirt as his boots hit the ground. "We made it!" He shouted, excitement tinged his voice. But if it was a jab at the bus not exploding on the bumps, or just general excitement about being at Camp Sunshine only he knew.

As he gathered his bags from the bus compartments, he strode over to, the gathering of the others who were forming up in front of Joe. The man was very brusque, and reminded him of some of his old superiors in the SADF, which he was fine with. He snapped to attention as he spoke, resisted the urge to shout hello back, and listened intently. Very much changing his demeanor in a heartbeat from happy go-lucky to serious all in the span of a few seconds. His shrink had said that mood swings were consistent with PTSD, but Garret just said it was instinct trained in him to switch into what he called. "Warrior Mode." But he quickly got out of his head so he could listen to the instructions. Trying to avoid getting tossed around like a salad when everyone moved to check tent assignments. 

When he finally got his assignment, and a good lay of the land from inspecting the map. The man happily gathered his things, and went to his tent. Where he picked a cot closest to the exit, so he could be the first to leave in the morning, as well as if anything were to happen he'd be the first to get hit, and not his comrades. He secured his things away, and waited for his other tent mates to show up. So he could give them a proper greeting from South Africa. Which was usually a hug, and some kind words.