Before he even heard his voice, Baxter became very aware of William's presence as the thickly built man's body blocked out a large chunk of the sunlight around him, giving him enough shade to lower the hand from his eyes. "Actually, maybe you can," he responded to the offer for help, quickly evaluating the man. He was quite a tough-looking bastard, even for the military, and he had a bar on his uniform that listed him as a lieutenant, meaning he was a superior officer. Baxter never was much of one for saluting and the other formalities, though, at least while he was fighting on Earth's behalf. Usually, that got him in more trouble than it was probably worth, but at least stubbornness could also be listed as a good quality for a soldier.<br/><br/>"I've just been transferred here and assigned to the 432nd Forward Mobile Suit Team, sir," he explained, meeting him halfway on the superior officer front with the "sir." It helped that he had a soft British accent, which made pretty much everything he said sound 30% more respectful, by most calculations. "Do you by chance know where I can go to find my commanding officer? I'd like to get settled in and see my new mobile suit as quickly as possible."