"Set the kitchen on fire?"
Teresa laughed, not a forced laugh.
"I took a piece of exploding flak to the arm, a while ago...i had to fly all the way back with near-liquid metal pressed into my arm."
She looked over at her arm for a moment, then back to the Commisar.
"Though, the burn refuses to heal, and it seems i'm stuck with it"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
An older man of about 40 steps up to the secretary's desk. His features are rather sharp, though more in a way that screams time bred experience rather than attractiveness. His clothing is mostly denim, a pair of jeans alongside a similar material shirt. He rests his elbows on the table, before speaking, leaning over the receptionist somewhat.
" 'Allo love..." he said in a Newcastle accent, the logo for Belfast sewn onto his sleeve. "Was wonderin' if there was anyone 'oo might be available for a word?"
Alicia was holding her coffee cup in her hand, as she glanced towards the CIC.
"Well we have one... person, who's free at the moment..." she shrugged. "Go in there and ask for Captain Alvarez, and for the love of God, don't sit down... comrade."
Simon nodded stiffly, cocking a grin over his features.
"Cheers love" he noted, before stepping down the corridor, throwing a glance to the markers on each door. When he found Alvarez, he brought his hand up, knocking briskly on the door before awaiting a call to enter. Upon receiving it, he stepped inside, before resting his stance slightly, lacing his fingers behind his back in a position reminiscent of At-Ease.
"Mornin' Guv' " were his first words to the Captain, his tone rather heavily muted in the presence of one who was evidently a commander.
Alvarez was standing in his CIC, his dark eyes locked Cadiz, watching the Corsair Cruiser that was sitting there and salivating at it stared down on the Coalition's light cruiser.
"Captain-Hermano," the Tac-Nav-Comm. Officer stated, as the lights in the CIC went to combat red. "We have a second patrol of Titans on the scopes..." he marked their position on the glass plotting board, as the holographic tactical table detailed the new contacts.
Alvarez glanced over at the new comer to his domain, "All hands, clear for combat... gun crews to the Solaris turrets. Let's teach them to poke their noses into Coalition business, eh Comradas?"
He picked up the growler phone, "Red Squadron, deploy and take up defensive CAP, launch the alert fighters... and stand by for action!"
Setting the receiver down he looked again at the prospective recruit, "your a tall one, homes," he observed. "So what brings you to my party?"