Padraig accepted the offered cup and took a sip. "Well, it's nay whiskey, but it'll do!" He grinned. "Ye know our friend here's pro'lly roit. We orta be careful o' each other. Ye never know when someone moight save yer loif!"<br/><br/>He listened to the doc give her account, and shrugged. "Woah, Oi can see that'd affect ye. But be greatful ye were able te save a loif. Me, Oi'd love te be workin' on neurotech, instead o' commtech. But ye know, me foin lass? If'n ye need anyt'ink fixed dat ain't part o' yer body, Oi'm yer man!"<br/><br/>He turned to the big grunt and asked "So what's yer tale, moi friend? Are ye in this platoon fer shit's 'n' giggles, 'r you got some beef?"<br/><br/>