Taking the hand offered and shaking it politely, Dun smiled as the formalities rolled from Cate's lips.  Lieutenant and Chief all rolled into one address.  He had to get used to that, or did he.  He was more a brilliant mind when it came to ship systems, why did rank have to be such an important issue?<br/><br/>"Well met, Cate Cassidy, may I call you Cate?  Did ye taste the chili?  Me Ma's own recipe!  Was a hopin' that some one would a be a hungry!"<br/><br/>Stepping away from his seat for a moment and over to the replicator he offered her a drink.<br/><br/>"Ye are the helmswoman, yes?  Have ye read what ye have to work with in the McNair?"  Duns eyes looked mischievous, but he could not help himself.  He barraged her with questions like a giddy school boy back from summer break wanting to share all his adventures and his friends.<br/><br/>Then another woman arrived and wandered straight to the kitchen.  Momentarily distracted and smiling ear to ear, Dun was realizing that he had hit upon something important when he asked for a means to cook on board.<br/><br/>"No, ye need not apologize, we are but awaitin' for the pot ya have discovered to finish cookin' so we can eat.  I am Duncan McGalleon and that's me Ma's Irish Chili, hope ye will wait a spell to try it out!"<br/><br/>Dun sensed a bit of quiet in the air and thus brought back to the bar two Oat Stouts and set one down in front of Cate and sipped from his own.