He'd just walked in to hear McGalleon finish speaking to the captain.  His eyes locked on the seemingly young man, but from what he had read, Mitchell was 215 years old.  A damn long time to be alive.  Tosh silently thanked whatever deity above that he would not be living that long.  While he enjoyed what he did, being able to remember so vividly certain things was not as much a blessing as anyone would like it to be.<br/><br/>Tosh stepped closer to the two men, stepping up beside Dun and Airik.  "I hope I'm not interrupting."  He said, extending his hand to the captain.  "Lieutenant Vergil Tosh, sir.  Chief Security Officer.  It's a pleasure to finally meet you."  The large man said firmly and clearly.  Straight and to the point.<br/><br/>After making his introduction, he stepped back to find a seat.  Tosh opted for one at the middle of the table on one side.  Setting his rear down in the chair, he rested his hands in his lap, fingers threaded together as he lounged and waited for the others, idly listening in on whatever conversations were going on at the moment.