Not even a second after the door to the waiting hall opened, Victor Craw literally flew in and hit the ground face first. The guard responsible for the rather impressive kick couldn't help it but to go one better by linguistic means:
"Not so 'awesome' now, are you, you pathetic brat? Worthless outside of a cockpit!"
He sighed - and pointed with his open hand at Victor who still lay on the ground.
"Of course such loosers have to arrive just when I'm about to start my shift on this deck. I'm sick of dragging dead bodies around. Bah."
Victor waited until the heavy, automated doors closed behind the leaving guard. Still holding his running nose, he boldly decided to stand up for his own.
"I'd take you any time man! You and me! Getting down right here! One on one!"
He looked at his hand to see if his nose was bleeding. Fortunately for him, it wasn't. Seeing blood always made him feel nauseous.
Then he took a quick look around to check if him bravely challenging a closed door made an impression on anyone. But it didn't. The only other four people who sat in the waiting hall were either dead or too intoxicated to notice. Hopefully intoxicated, that is. He decided to take a seat as far away as possible from the fresh corpses.
Nausea started to slowly crawl up his stomach.