Air flowed out of his mouth as he sighed, slightly frosting up his mug.
"So you are just another drunkard pilot. Fine then, this'll just be a little drink for the night to keep things interesting before I go back to work. Fine then."
He finished his mug again and ordered another.
"If you are going to be drinking here, I'm known as General "Gamboge" Zod. You frak up in here and I throw you out. Part of the job."