It had been three seconds, yet there was no hole through his head, nor a substantially larger one in his chest, although he still had a good bit of fear that the guard still had his shotgun trained on him.
No - he was actually in front of this officer, although the stressed tone of his voice indicated that the day had worn thin for him.
Now...the "International". Seemed a bit out of place, but he'd work it out.
Suddenly, a snippet of information came to him, a vague memory. A story, to be exact, that a rather bumbling drunk at Freeport 5's bar was spouting off, to the ire of all the establishment's patrons.
He bowed his head slightly drawing in a short breath, before looking him in the eyes and beginning to speak.
"I do believe that Ive heard of that, before...in rumors, mostly. Scant ones, at that." He caught his breath again. "Ive heard it described as a large vessel...very imposing, as some would say." He clenched his jaw, slightly. "The way you asked it used 'was', which suggests it's out of service."
He clenched his jaw a bit harder. He could feel that he was rambling. With a quick straightening of the back, he got straight to the point.
"Therefore, I can infer that it was a vessel of cruiser or gunboat class, which is either Missing In Action, or Decommisioned, sir." He stood straight, jaw still slightly grinding against the other, and looked straight into the officer's eyes. Now, he waited.