Richter traced his scars once more while the others talked. It was a whole lot of prattle and not much of the decisions being made. He threw the rest of the lho on the ground and stomped it flat. "<strong>Well, I'd rather not talk to the Commissar. According to my superiors, I have an attitude problem.</strong>" He turned around from the others and began walking in towards the camp proper where all the grunts were running around like dehorned grox. "<strong>I'll try to talk to some grunts anyway. Whoever of you who will accompany me will surely do fine.</strong>" He had always been uncomfortable around commanding personas anyway and his talents as a simple copper were better deployed among the regular troops who wouldn't mind if his shoe-laces weren't appropriately aligned with his underwear.