<div align="center"><strong>-=Anwar, Mechanical Engineer - Following Griff, and a little confused as to why he's so pissed=-</strong></div><br/>Anwar took the captain's attitude in stride.  After all, he didn't want to blow his chance to get off this rock no sooner than he'd had it given to him.  He really had to bite his tongue a bit in order to refrain from his usual sarcastic quips, and even then he was unable to keep at least one comment from slipping through, though it was probably the least offensive of the two dozen or so that ran through his mind.  "Who pissed in your oatmeal?"  Shaking his head slightly, he let Griff lead the way, figuring it to be for the best if he just went along quietly.  Once in a while, the captain snapped an angry glance in his direction, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why he suddenly seemed to be the object of the man's rage.<br/><br/>Watching as Griff bumped into the dockworker and nearly bit the man's head off, he simply offered a shrug to the worker's confused glance before the man scurried off to avoid a possible beating at the hands of the intimidating captain.  Anwar simply shook his head slightly, pursing his lips in order to keep his mouth shut once more.  For some reason Griff had something crawl up his ass all of a sudden, and seemed to be taking it out on everyone around him.  Jack hadn't mentioned that he was dealing with the equivalent of a pregnant woman, prone to mood swings and temper tantrums out of the blue, but it was better than being stuck here, he supposed.  Rolling his eyes a bit, he simply stayed in stride, a few feet behind the hulking man as they made their way to the bar.<br/><br/>Once they arrived, he grudgingly submitted to the weapons check, taking his claim ticket and looking to the bouncer with a scowl.  "Lose my shit and I'll carve it out of your ass," he spat before entering the place.  He didn't like giving his weapons up to anyone, especially when he knew they had a way of forgetting to collect from certain 'customers' on occasion with deep enough pockets.  He felt vulnerable, and was about to be dealing with a bunch of strangers.  This served to sour his mood almost as much as Griff's, but he played along.  Once they approached the table and the captain took his seat, snapping off another snide comment, he clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to kick the damn chair out from under the man, thinking better of it for the moment.<br/><br/>Instead, he found himself a nice, comfortable looking support beam nearby and placed his back against it.  If he had to be without his weapons, he wasn't about to leave himself open to anyone.  Every now and then he glanced over his shoulders just to make sure nobody was standing too closely behind him, giving a scowl to those that were, who usually moved fairly quickly.  One guy didn't seem to take the hint during one of these exchanges though, raising the mechanic's ire just a bit.  "Personal space, jackass.  Move it!"  The man blinked a few times, but obliged all the same, being a bit thick in the head, perhaps, but not anyone looking for trouble.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to the crowd at the table, he remained silent, staying out of their conversation since he was the new guy and wasn't really privy to their business.  They didn't need him, and he was really just here as a formality.  He would speak if spoken to, of course, but otherwise, he simply tried to be as unobtrusive as possible, the scowl never really leaving his features, though it wasn't directed at any of them, except perhaps the captain when his gaze happened to fall on the man.  It was a bit obvious he wasn't really a fan of the hulking man turned moody little girl during that time of the month at the moment.