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[color=f26522]"So it'd seem,"[/color] he replied evenly as the hulking form of the old Russian bear, Zakharin, filled his peripheral vision while taking his seat nearby. [color=f26522]"At least I get to feel all ten fingers nearly dropping my tray instead of one set. A good tradeoff for not being so interested by the idea of electromagnetic warfare that I can stay awake during the powerpoints."[/color]

Another bite, and and a tilt of the head to his right welcomed the man likely their senior even with ages combined. Unlike Volana's lilting, measured Inner-Colonial accent, the rough bass of the larger man could never have fully hidden his homeworld Russian heritage, even if his command of the lingua franca was as flawless as you'd expect from a hardened vet.

[color=f26522]"[i]Zdravo[/i]. Good to see you again, Colonel Iron Side. You look damned good for eighty, have to say."[/color]

He would be a wealth of invaluable battlefield experience on this mission. Granted, they were officially security detail, but packing upwards of a dozen orbitals straight from UN active duty had Konstantin guessing that somebody was expecting some kinda fight somewhere. A bureaucrat or a scientist somewhere, perhaps— the kind of people who could definitely be wrong, but usually were right about enough things to listen to.

They'd find out when they got out there, confirmation only an hour or so away. However, to speak of unknowns being walked straight into—

[color=f26522]"And I may need to take you up on that one. Jacira's got a bogey to her nine. Don't remember her face."[/color] he stated, regarding the demure, almost skittish young woman that had quietly taken up residence a little further down the table. She had the air of a new arrival, unsure if she was welcome amongst the rest of them... on a ship that had ostensibly been crewed by the same people (albeit in rotation) for over a decade.

Probably some need-to-know bullshit, but since her garb was very pointedly a[s]n ancient model[/s] flight suit, chances are they [i]did[/i] need to know, and she'd be joining them out in the void. Best not wait on that. He extended a hand across the table, dropping his cake into his muesli without even a hint of fanfare.

[color=f26522]"We don't bite, you know. You are?"[/color]

Besides, even if he had lost most of his youth's decorum, being a gracious host was part of his culture.