Erich moved from his semi-relaxed lean against the bulkhead, moving towards the group until he stood across from them. "In my case, 'Mortal hours' means any time I'm needed for advice, questions, or what-not. Just don't expect me to be all smiles and sunshine if you wake me up at oh-three hundred because you can't find your favourite sippy cup, kids."<br/><br/>He smirked slightly, then let his face fall into its typical stony countenance. "In all seriousness; I'm not a nice guy, I don't pretend to be, but I plan to make sure you lot work together, which is why I agreed to the garrison contract. It'll give all of us time to work together, in full formation as well as smaller elements. For now, though, I'm keeping lance organization a surprise until we arrive on-planet. So, with that in mind, try to mingle; you'll never know who has your back if we get into a fight."