"The Admiral seemed unusually calm at the prospect of you Exalting, Lieutenant." Donovan drawled, leaning casually against a strut and examining his fingernails in a disinterested manner. The effect was marred slightly by his wearing glove. The First Lieutenant had taken Del Pilar's call as an opportunity to play with the non-existant gravity, and he now stood on what constituted as the ceiling from Del Pilar's point of view. He gave a brisk salute, then extended a hand towards the other soldier.<br/><br/>"Donovan Esone, 1st Lieutenat and Scourge of Malfeas, at your service. Wonder what the Admiral has planned for us on the Fireball's ship. Her track record for gribbily  things leaves me a bit wary of setting foot on the Normandy."