Skye will notice the stiff, formal attitude of the General. If she has any knowledge of British officers, she'll know he's doing it to cover his nervousness. And the rough edge to his voice will show her that he's not a paper officer; the three-foot rodent has clawed his way from the rank of Private to where he is now.<br/><br/>"Captain, sir!" Baz barks. "Can you hear me?" He waves a hand infront of the Captain's face, and then looks at Skye. Eye-contact, and there's that spark of recognition; one soldier to another, one Patriot to another. He nods, red eyes closing once in a slow, deliberate blink. Using standard Military/police hand-signals, he asks her to meet her in ten minutes on the bow of the ship, his eyes focussed on the captain. To anyone without training, it looks like he's just waving, or making random guestures...