<strong>Padraig O'Graugh</strong><br/><br/>Pat was about to try his lick with the medic, but saw that the guy with the inventive imagination had got there first. Still, it wouldn't hurt to make his presence known. Maybe she liked being shared?<br/><br/>He wandered over and leant against her bunk which was practically across from his, just in time to hear her mention being worried about screwing up. "Heh. You know what? From what I here, screwing up and buying the farm are one and the same thing in this army!" His natural soft brogue was very different from the broad "bog-paddy" he'd used when razzing Church before. "Padraig O'Graugh. Pat to me friends. Close friends call me Para." He grinned that infectious Irish grin  and offered a hand to Church, then to Sarah. Except when Sarah took it to shake, he raised her fingers to his lips and planted a soft kiss on them. "Charmed, te be sure".<br/><br/>He grinned again at Church. "Oh, and Oi didn't mean it about yer story, Man. 'Twas a grand tail. Oi hope Oi didn't offend ye, now?"