Erich nodded, retrieving his cigar from where he had placed it and taking a deep puff on the narcotic. "Yeah, Sure."<br/><br/>Toggling his commlink, he linked to Miyoko's Shadowhawk, just outside the Hangar. "Puma; Walt's heading to the Bastion for treatment from concussion. Can you keep an eye on him, or get Snake to babysit him while he heads over to the Dropper? Thanks."<br/><br/>Turning back to the amazon, he offered his right hand to her, letting her take a moment to accept the handshake. "Tell you what; you seem to have gone straight for the 'adoption into the company' clause, so I may as well introduce myself. Erich Oststein, formerly of the Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces, currently executive officer of the Company." He smirked and shrugged. "I'm also probably the only person that knows how to fight anti-mech infantry at the moment; to be blunt, these armoured suits are completely new to us."<br/><br/>Swiveling on his heel, he looked at the cluster of DCMS soldiers that were in the same hangar. "Alright you lot. Way I see it, you got trounced, we trounced the ones that beat you up, and, as a reward for our service, we're stripping the airbase of every weapon, scrap of armour, and ammo we can find. If you want to help out, we'll pay you a stipend for your work. If you want to sit there and stay out of the way, we'll have no quarrel with you. If you try to pick a fight, well, there's a PPC pointing at you from outside. We clear?"