Graham walked into the bathrooms. There weren't many people - two men in marine uniforms were washing their hands on the right hand side of the room. Not what I'm looking for. He scanned the room a bit more - looked like two more in the stalls, judging by the boots - probably marines, maybe MPs - and then one more, a man, leaning in the back, in a standard navy uniform, with a hat you'd see on many freighter pilots. He had a rather thick but disorganized beard, probably no more than four inches long. Rather tall, probably no more than 6'2. That's him.
"Serviceman Kent?" Graham tried to look like he was in command, since, well, he was.
Kent looked up. He seemed a bit tired, or annoyed. Probably both.
"What d'you want? Heh. Yep. This'll be interesting.
"Serviceman Kent, you are to report to Captain Hartman immediately."
"Beat it, kid. I'm on my break." Oooh, wrong answer, buddy.
"Serviceman Ian Kent, you can do one of two things. You can report to Captain Hartman, or you can live in a virtual hell for the next 8 months because you decided to disobey a superior." Graham made sure to emphasize the last part of his statement.
Finally, Kent decided he probably should stop slacking off, and began to walk towards the door. Graham followed him out, and they both headed back to the table where Hartman and Sius resided.
"Ma'am?", Graham reported as he came up to the table, Kent in tow.
