Gansu was impatient, moving back and forth through the bar and combing through what liquor it had as he attempted to find something worth the effort of searching. "Shit. Shit. Also shit. Reeeaally shit. What the hell do they buy with their checks? Shinier badges for their uniforms?" His hands made a throwing motion, as if to toss out the offending bottles as he found them. They weren't actually thrown, of course. He wanted to be able to get off of this ship, not clean up his own messes when he could be on leave.  He was already looking forward to it, only half listening for Shaw to start the meeting as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Looking down at his box, Gansu experienced his second disappointment in less than 5 minutes, seeing that it only had two left. [i]Gonna have to visit Ferry again. Damn it.[/i] 

"Its the officer's lounge. Didn't even get dinged up in all of the shit they had us slogging through. They gotta have [i]something[/i] good here." His hands went out wide, placatingly, to the group around him before he went back to searching the bar, shifting through the shelves and other alcohols he wasn't desperate enough to grab yet. 

A few moments later his search was stopped once more as he turned to face Shaw as he heard the boss start to speak, eyes still searching the bar around him for anything decent. His eyes lit up as he finally found a whiskey brand worth a damn, a soft 'aha!' escaping him as he leaned down and scooped the bottle from its hiding place on the lower shelf. "Knew they wouldn't drink shit." He said, smugly tucking the bottle under his arm, his hands going up defensively as Shaw's shot him a look. "I would never Boss, you know me. Straight laces and by the books!" He paused, and shook his hand in a seesaw motion. "Mostly. Mostly straight lace."

He moved over to the counter where his datapad was, reading the dossier that had come available to him, as the Sarvonians started bickering. Thank god it wasn't another Heavy. That role was getting kind of crowded and frankly, he wasn't sure the Roanoke could handle the weight of a fourth heavy and still be functional. As he read over the details of her MAS, his eyes started twitching in excitement. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I got the perfect one for her!" His fingers snapped in excitement with his words, and he began searching through his pockets. "No. No. No. Too big. Too small. There it is!" He pulled out a small silver medallion with a bird engraved on it. He quickly spun it around his finger before turning to grin at Abigail. 

"That sounds like a personal problem Pips! You should have a more polite relationship with D-eye, like [i]I[/i] do. Because I appreciate him and all his experience, effort, and what he brings to this team, I'm sure my request will get approved." He sent a hopeful glance over at Aleksanderin with his own request for leave, giving a thumbs up, before turning back to Clara. "Welcome to the team Zoom! Gansu Mathen, call me Eyes. Local ship killer and explosives expert, at your service. Not gonna call you Clara, don't take it personally. Congrats on the promotion, hope you learn fast. I got something for you, a good luck charm to welcome you to the crew. Don't lose it, its very important to the continued success of your MAS. If you want more, I am your man." He unwrapped the medallion from his fingers and tossed it to Clara, the words coming out in a quick torrent as he went back behind the bar to search for anything else that wasn't too terrible. He may be on leave but that didn't mean that he was going to spend his money on liquor when he could grab some free bottles right here.