A crack almost broke free in his face at the way she rolled her eyes before she realized it was his, no one liked to be disturbed with anything work related it was the unspoken rule.<br/><strong>"He seems like an alright gent, I'll just keep my distance from him for now." </strong><br/>Ansem knew that the Admiral had his records about his youth, not sure how he managed to get the job as Air Command under the man who lost his family to the same type of people he came from. Hatreds and prejudices always seem to linger, even his own troops cursed at the mentioning of "pirates" unknown to them that he was once in his youth, many he personally knew redeemed and answering their call to the TEC.<br/><strong><br/>"Well I look forward to it, I have not seen combat in half a year, all this fatty ship cuisine is going to slow me down." </strong><br/>It was hard to tell when he was joking, his face only gave the subtlest of hints he was kidding around.<br/><strong>"Perhaps I can give your crew a crash curse in evasive maneuvers, but id rather not and let the lioness bare its fangs." </strong><br/>Finishing, he put the butt out in the tray and opened his jaket to slip the case and lighter in their respective hiding spots.<br/>