Meeting the Knight

[G. Graves]

If there was one thing that Graves was not, it would be being accustomed to military procedures. The entire formality was quite frankly jarring to him, given the quite different approach the Lane Hackers had between themselves. With the Hackers, one was expected to pay respect to their betters first and foremost. The senior Hackers were mentors, something to aspire to become. Respect brought you credibility. Credibility was success. With the Navy, Graves had the impression it was quite different. Here, it was rigorous and formal. One could be quite informal with senior Hackers, because in a way, one grew to accept them as something akin to a family, a tribe, given enough time. The Military was just detatched from that. "Admiral Knight," Graves stated in greeding, giving her a polite nod out of habit, as it was the way he had greeted his Hacker colleagues up until now. The gesture had no prostration in it, which Graves liked, yet carried enough weight to convey a sense of respect.

He was actually quite impressed that she had dismissed the guard to be alone with him. Brave. Though given Knight's physique, she hardly needed to be protected. "Indeed I think it's time to talk. The neural net isn't the kind of place for the most sensitive of data, after all," he answered to her words, though remaining on his feet. Knight might have sat down but he wouldn't as long as he wasn't told to. In a way, the next few minutes would allow him to see in detail what Knight was for a person, and he was looking forward to that. She had gotten quite the reputation on the underbelly of the neural net, that was for sure. "Please, ask away, Admiral." Whatever he wanted to ask could wait. He was a guest, after all.