In spite of himself, Kyle feels a sort of nostalgia as he listens to the cranky old commander snap and flash his teeth at both the new recruits and the established crew alike. Kind of like being back in boot camp, only nobody's being run around the yard in their skivvies.<br/><br/>When they're dismissed, the ex-soldier re-joins the rest of his group, keeping Wanda's nose pointed carefully towards the ceiling. The longer the day goes, the more Kyle is starting to feel at home... and he actually breaks from "work-mode" for a minute as he looks around at his new team.<br/><br/>"Should be interesting..." He says, letting his shoulders muscles loose for the moment. Live together, fight together, party together, die together... and hopefully not all in the same day. A slow grin spreads across the marksman's lips as his old unit's motto pops back up to mind, and he meets everyone's eyes equally. Even Miss Standoffish. "What do you all say? Last to bag a bug buys drinks for the unit?"