"A pleasure." He eyed the man's wound. "Pretty nasty scuffle if the guns came out."
It'd been a few months since the Ensign lost some fingers in an ejection incident; and though his left hand now functioned well enough, complete with surgically attached appendages, it itched as though a herd of rhinoceros were attempting to barge their way out.
The freshly promoted trooper noted Smith's less then subtle entry, the barman still reeling at such a manner of address.
"If you'll excuse me lads."
David, resisting the temptation to march, made his way to the Lieutenants table. In a rare breach of formality the young man pulled up a seat next to his superior officer.
"Water Sir?" Ripper eyed the man's non-alcoholic beverage with no small surprise. "You alright there?"
