<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>At 0455, Brooklyn's eyes had snapped open.  0500 found him out of bed and beginning his morning stretches and he was in the shower at 0515.  As the hot water poured down on him, he briefly reflected on the evening at the bar.  Like Lei, he had spent the rest of the evening watching the crowds, and engaging in brief, polite conversation.  After the little exchange with Lei, he didn't feel it necessary to talk about anything further, conceding her point about the pistol and leaving things at that.  All in all, not that bad of an introduction to the company, and at least there was one another professional professional within the company.  Even if he never spoke with her again, and he didn't think he'd be talking with her much at all, there was the feeling that he wouldn't be that much of an oddity in the group.  He could live with that.<br/><br/>By 0530, he was in the mess hall.  A bowl of bran cereal, a bowl of fruit, three boiled eggs and a tall glass of milk.  A simple, unimaginative breakfast, and one only livened up by a dash of salt and pepper on his eggs.  It had been the same sort of breakfast he had eaten for years, and it had never occurred to him to change it.  Looking around him, as various people came and went, it was then he fully realized that no, he wasn't in the military anymore and no, he didn't need to stick to a completely regimented diet.  Digging into his food, Brooklyn resolved himself to change it up a bit.  Maybe he'd get a slice of bacon tomorrow.  Or grab an order of hashbrowns.<br/><br/>And then it was 0600 as Brooklyn arrived, standing at attention within the Captain's view.<br/><strong>"Sir, since I was told to 'lighten up', I will instead nod to acknowledge you Captain,"</strong>Brooklyn said, his expression blank as he nodded his head slightly.<strong>"Sir, Brooklyn DeGauss reporting for duty, sir."</strong>