In all fairness, Church had to say he was impressed with Irish at that moment.  The blunt and to the point approach while something that thrived in military life, was still not something he personally applied to women.  Mainly because the women he fucked tended to be lower income scale civi's who thought his bullshit thoughts about the state of the universe were somehow ‘in depth’.  That and the blunt fashion Irish currently used made them think you were some PTSD case just waiting to explode.  Granted, that did tend to attract it's own kind of fucked up chick, but Church wasn't very into that if truth be told. Not in the main stream fashion anyway.<br/><br/>"My dad got shot walking<em>by</em>a protest once."  Church said in a joking fashion, he not honestly caring whether or not Sarah was under the fucking Inquisition Council.  She was a beautiful piece of work and honestly Church didn't like the idea of sharing her.  Such thoughts were quickly beat the fuck out of his mind by the Sarge however.  Who in fashion he did not much mind, stated her claim on the medic.  And them all for that fact.  Which meant...Hey, maybe this wasn't so bad after all-<br/><br/>"Officer on deck!" Some private directly by the door shouted as loud as his untrained vocal cords could.  The entire room coming to attention whether or not the Sergeant reinforced the need to do so or not.  Though if she did the result just might be that much quicker.  But there he was, for them all to see.    First Lieutenant Joseph Warren, giving the main attention of his gaze to his Sergeant and the Private she had been feeling up seconds earlier.<br/><br/>“At ease.”  Warren said with barely a wave to the entire room.  He moving through the crowd of nervous soldiers like a ship in parting waters.  “Glad to see everyone in the unit is getting along Sergeant.”  His smile wasn’t wide but it was smug in a sense of memory, as if he was thinking of times he was doing such things himself.<br/><br/>Standing around the group of competing soldiers for the young medics attention, he could understand why such things had broken out.  The girl was stunning.  But such thoughts had to wait till later, right now he needed for him and his NCO to be on the same page.  “That being said, we should run down how this platoon will be run, so follow me.”  With that Warren lead the way out of the common mess and eventually into a small office that wasn’t quite his, but one he was using for his affairs.<br/><br/>“Tell me about yourself Sergeant.”  He said coming around to his side of the desk, pulling out two glasses and bottle of scotch.  Putting just the right amount of liquid into them both so that even were they both heavy drinkers, it would suffice at least two drinks.  “Tell me something that your file hasn’t already told me.  And do your best not to be smart ass about it.”  He said grabbing his glass and taking a healthy gulp.