(quick correction, guys. He walked down to the front bay doors to greet his team, so they would find him there. no big deal, though)<br/><br/>As much porn as Dick watches, Captain Moorhouse did studying the dossiers of the team he was assigned. As soon as he saw the armored figure walk towards him, he knew exactly who it was.<br/><br/>"Markus Davian. I take it the job on Kalinor turned out alright."  He read the report of the 'pirate problem' the planet had. Because of bad intell, both on the parts of the local militia and his own company's scouts, a small scrap turned into a huge shootout. At least Dick was assigned a guy who can hold his own when shit hits the fan.<br/><br/>Based on personal experience, in Dick's world, shit hits the fan...a lot....<br/><br/>He extends his meaty hand to the armored figure, and if accepted, gives  quick, strong, firm handshake.<br/><br/>He looks over his shoulder at the military police drop off the hooded figure. Having a knack for seeing figures, he knew that it had to be female...in fact, by studying his team, he knew WHICH female it was, even before she said her own name.<br/><br/>"Miss Daniels. Your clothes are with your gear in the back. If either one of you need a wash-up, there's a bathroom next to the bunks. There's only one, and it's gotta be co-ed. I'm sure we all can be adults here."