Consciously, he wasn't surprised that they could understand each other.  It would have been one hell of an oversight for those eyeless folks to have brought them all here only leave them unable to communicate.  But even if he knew that was how it should be, it was still strange.  Besides, how often had he been in a situation where those who should know what was going on, who planned the war, totally messed things up?<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what to make of the Russian.  But, he had to take it on faith, and not of the religious sort, that they would be able to get along at least on a professional level.  The rifle was finally lowered, slinging it over his shoulder with the barrel down, although his left hand always stayed on the weapon, ready to bring it up.  Comfortable, but certainly not relaxed, and he extended his right hand to Azureus by means of introduction, then to the other two men in turn, "Sergeant David Johnson, 1st Canadian Division, Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry."  He frowned, wondering if military science back in this man's time was good enough to understand all that, then finally offered a ghost of a smile, "Johnson."