"Your pardon," said Roger automatically, although half his attention was on the holo-table rather than the being watching it. "Didn't realize anybody else was in here."

He still wasn't entirely used to dealing with the nonhuamns on the ship, but- well, he figured that would come in time. At least one thing was familiar. After more than thirty years with a T-51 suit, or at the very least basic cerasteel plating over polymer weave when the power suit was due for repairs, Roger found it extremely weird to run into people who went into battle unarmored.

"Impressive setup you've got here."