Graham was turning to head for the Intelligence Office in a nearby hut when he spotted Doolittle coming his way. "Oi, Flight Loot Doolittle." he called her over, directing her to his office. "How was your patrol?" he asked, giving her a half-smile as he jogged over to her. Unlike the Liberion woman, he looked remarkably comfortable in his black Royal Navy uniform. The gold braid on his white dress cap sparkled in the sunlight, seeming to illuminate him from great distances away.