Moorhouse nods to the cloaked and prison garbed woman as he looks over towards Brian.<br/><br/><em>"Brian, recon or...." he gazes at his array of pistols and blades, "...spare pistol incase we drop one, guy..."</em>He extends his hand towards Brian to shake it as well,<em>"you guys can head on inside, claim your bunks, clean up if need be. Our job is probably a day long trip at least, even during a hyperspace jump."</em><br/><br/>He gazes over at the spunky silver skinned girl walking back up towards him and nods towards her, "Miss Ly'andra. Come on in." His eyes did linger over her cute face and incredibly body longer than they should, and within his loose pants his own loins already started to stir, as if wanting to see what the fuss is all about. "Just like the others, gear's in the back, claim a bunk." he extends a hand out to her as well.<br/><br/>Finally, he watches the last member of his team step forward. His sharp ears pick up on the first title he given himself and he let's out a smirk,<em>"Supply Clerk and infantry? Good."</em>As he extends his hand out, he nods over towards the hangar crew, nodding at the hover bike. The crewmen, slightly confused, start to move towards the bike and push it towards the hangar doors.