The door to Jason's quarters opened rather quickly, the sound of metal banging against metal loud enough to reverberate throughout the ship. Within moments, the mercenary emerged from his room to join up with the rest of the crew, a content look present on his face.<strong>Do any of you know how hard it is to try to make enough armaments to equip a small army well hidden? I had to tear apart at least--</strong>Jason came to an abrupt stop as he spotted the new doctor on board. While he never stopped smiling, it was more than apparent that he knew he was talking about something that he shouldn't in front of people that he shouldn't. One hand instinctively crossed his belt to hold the charm bracelet that adorned his other wrist as he spoke.<br/><br/><strong>Oh, haha... sorry, didn't notice we had company. Just uh.. forget what I said there, huh?</strong>He took a step forward, and only reluctantly moved his hand from his bracelet to offer it in a handshake.<strong>Name's Jason Miller. I'm the uh.. security on this here ship. And without trying to sound rude, I gotta ask, for the security of the ship and all.. who are you?</strong>