"Oh, sorry to hear about your squad. I know my guys..." He looked away for a moment, looking down at his rifle. He then looked out the window, too afraid to stick his head out to see down either side of the street. " ... I fell off our Jeep heading out, they turned to get me and were hit by a rocket... oh, sorry, I'm Robby, Second Lieutinant in the 'Nines." He made a salute, before holding out a hand for a handshake.