Erich's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice turning into the hard tone of command, instead of the almost fatherly, quiet tone he had earlier, when Megan had introduced herself. "As far as you are concerned, Miss Chang, the only being higher than me when it comes to comments, discussions, complaints, greivances, opinions, reports, or general griping, is God riding Buhdda as a pogo stick. Walter, Perkins and Myself act as Joint Commanders; which means all three of us share equal responsibility as overall commanders. Now, if you would be so kind as to drop the 'with due respect' opinionese, and talk to me as a person and not your CO, we can sit down and talk quietly here, as I doubt the good doctor will try to sedate someone for the crime of sitting upright and talking with his new charges, one at a time."<br/><br/>Pointing at an unused seat, the big man's body language brooked no arguement from anyone around him; he was going to 'behave' for the Doctor, but he was going to do it on his terms, and at least make himself do something useful in regards to the day-to-day shenanigans involved with riding herd on a Company of mechwarriors. "Now, I'm not going to be getting up for a day or so, but I can still let you talk my ear off about what you think went right, what you think went wrong, and how much yelling I have to do to get the company working together as a team by squeezing you and your new buddy into the command structure. What I will not brook is any attempt to negotiate contracts until we arrive at Outreach, where we can sit down, and hack out the actual details over a table, instead of me being stuck in bed, wrapped in bandages, and feeling like something that was shat off a cliff because of coolant poisoning. Clear?"<br/><br/>He waited for Megan to respond, either by leaving, or moving to sit down, even as he smirked and winked at the doctor, clearly following her 'rules' while bending them enough to actually do more than just take up space.