Lisa smirked at Matteo. "I admit I expected you might say something along that way. That said I would probably kick your balls smartass." She replied and giggled. "You are lucky you did not. Anyway will you introduce me to others?" She asked then, although while saying others she was looking at Bernard.

Walking at a steady, Artan Stark made his way down the hall. His attention diverting between the hallway and his data-jockey as he seemed to be searching for something or other. As he passes the nearby marines, he would offer those that glanced his way a slight bob of his head. Over his shoulder was slung the standard-issue method of carrying his stand-issue equipment and personal effects.

As he nears the briefing room, he pauses to look at his Data-jockey again, before his gaze rising catches the two Sergeant, and he begins to approach them. He pauses a short distance away, his gaze clearly shifting to identify them through their rank and name if possible.

""Sergeant Volkov," he states, as he lets his bag fall behind him, shifting to stand to attention, as his hand snaps up into a salute. "Private Third Class, Artan Stark reporting for duty, Sergeant."