Deciding to ignore Dixon's comment and study his teammates, he listened to each introduction and replied by introducing himself, not adding much more to the conversation afterwards. He got up once to refill his glass, just as a group of people arrived and began to show them images of what was going on where they were going.<br/><br/>Utem was glad he was somewhat used to a high level of violence and seeing blood, still many of those images were...disturbing, he couldn't label them in any other way. A bitter taste came to his mouth at the sight of the children, remembering what he had gone through when he was that age. From the look of the people on those pictures, either they were relieved to see them or really hateful. He hoped the ones they met were the first.<br/><br/>He noticed...what was her name...ah yes, Hackett, glancing at the food. Whereas the idea of the long trip at hand, or the pictures, she seemed to resist the 'temptation'. He made a mental note to offer her a snack bar once they were halfway on the trip. He was knocked out of his musings by a man that blocked his view. An admiral, from his uniform, he seemed to want a word with her.<br/><br/>He glanced at the rest of the team, analyzing their expressions and their stances, trying to find out how they reacted to the pictures and what they had been told.