Of course it was so simple in the end, "Oh really, that's it.  I'm not which would be worse, feeling stupid for not noticing or just opening it and spraying beer all over the mess hall."  Graff smiled as he follows suit and pushes the straw past the foil cap.  Taking a decent sized swig it felt good, if not slightly bitter, on his slightly burned mouth.<br/><br/>"Well I guess I do seem kind of out of place here but it was either this or some other backwater post in the Commonwealth.  I barely graduated from the academy to earn a spot in a military unit, so I figured it would be take a chance with a merc unit or rot on some strategically important hole for the rest of my commission.  So I got discharged, took out a huge loan to buy a mech, and joined up with Walter when he was looking for some new members."  Yup that's right Graff had to actually pay for that Marauder he has now, one could barely say that it was in worse shape than when he bought it but not by much.  Sadly Graff doesn't really have enough spare income to really overhaul it like it needs.  Most of his pay goes off to the loan, hopefully when the combat bonuses start rolling in he'll have some extra cash to throw it's way.<br/><br/>"How about you, how'd you end up joining?"  Graff says between mouthfuls of food and beer, he can already tell that he should have eaten more before drinking, his head feels a little light already.  "The Cavalier's didn't get whipped out did they?"  Graff always seems to have a way with people, always treading lightly over subjects that might be sensitive or touchy.  Yup Graff's certainly got all the charm of an ammo explosion...