Dust relaxed into a little semi-trance before noticing Paddy was addressing him "huh? Oh...me? Shit. I ain't no saint... "He took a few more shines to his boot and started again "some suit comes to me and says he has a job. I proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself, but he buttered me up with all the usuals. Get out of jail free card, cleared records, the works. All I have to do is wallow in some shit and make sure you all don't successfully off yourselves before mission end..." he took a few more swipes and took a look at the boot with a small nod "Quite simply, gentlemen, I've got no rank, or class above you, but I will serve as your war-time conscience. When we're not in battle, I am just a blind grunt that likes shiney shoes." he gave the group around him a pointed look before shifted back to his untouched boot.<br/><br/>The damn things didn't shine themselves.