The face that answers is familiar, if bruised to dreck and back. "<em>Cabr-</em>oh. 'S you Harper." The lieutenant's uncovered eye roams over the elf and what of the world behind is visible from the old terminal. "What're you calling for, 'cuz that" he says gesturing broadly, "don't look like your normal place." A short pause, "From what I can remember right now, the outfit ain't much different though, so is it new digs or what?"