"Yeah we should be making our way over there." 

He looked up to the clock mounted on the wall seeing they had time but not enough for what he wanted to do. The old marine return the cigar to his pocket figuring he did not have the time to properly enjoy it. And he figured it would be unbecoming of him to miss the briefing to just because he wanted a smoke. Zakhain made a note to try and smoke it after the briefing. His limbs creaked as he stood up to join his compatriots to head to the hanger. Zakharin dropped his leftovers into the waste heap before joining the group.