Mark was going in and out of sleep when he heard the knocking. "God damn it! Not even ten fucking minutes?" He said aloud. He swung the door open and raised A eyebrow. "Hey you sexy son of A bitch! How's your nose doing these days Sniffles?" he said nodding to Scott.
Mark and Scott had a long past together. They worked numerous jobs, all types and classes. They had encountered death and war countless times on the same bus, but always rode it all the way home. He looked at scott for a moment then leaned out of the doorway at the Jugnar.
"Oh thank god she's gone..." he said shaking his head. He left the door open so Scott could make his way in. "Ah go ahead and make yourself at home. Got some Gin over near the sink" he said.
Mark jumped onto the couch and yawned. "What do you make of all of this?" he said in questionative tone. This was space embassy land. The rules as far as keeping to conduct when it came to speech were down on the low. You just would never be cuaght saying something very immature to a general or other higher rank commanding officers. Although Mark was a bit different. He wasn't bred into the army, like most others. He was hired from A mercenary group that helped the resistance on mars for so many many years.