Kess and Mimi followed the group as they approached the Customs Koisk, standing to the side of the team. Mimi clasped her hands in front of her torso, giving the clerk behind the counter an earnest smile, while Kess looked around to make sure that everyone that was supposed to be here was, indeed, here.

Adrian's protective hand didn't do much to stop the clerk behind the counter; the man had a tired look about him, as though he had been at this for an exorbitant amount of time already, and was in no mood to beat around the bush. He yanked the bag out from beneath Adrian's grasp, and as the clerk behind the customs counter pulled out each item one by one, the mans skeptical look grew more and more apparent. After he had finished, the attendant turned to his computer screen and stared at it for a good, short moment. "Well, Mr. Decane... I think it's safe to say I should probably just take this entire bag, because pretty much all of what you've brought is considered contraband. Luckily," the man motioned over to the empty bottles and cigarette cartons. "You've already used these items before arrival. That was a wise decision."

The clerk separated what was considered illegal to own from what Adrian was allowed; this amounted to everything save for the small amount of clothing he had brought. The clothing itself, however, didn't escape scrutiny either, as the gentleman began to check the pockets and confines of the clothing.

"I have a special note here on your profile, Mr. Decane, from military dispatch," the man began to speak as he rummaged through Adrian's clothes for signs of hidden items. "However it does not say what exactly I should be looking for, just to be extremely thorough with the customs check. Care to shed a little light on this for me, so that I can finish my shift?"

Mimi leaned forward a bit to catch an inquisitive look at Adrian's face, she herself also curious about the anecdote. Kess, on the other hand, didn't seem all too impressed, and sighed as she continued to watch from her short distance away.

Adrian was surprised at the clerk simply snagging the bag from his grasp, and protested. "Wait! Fuck, I... no... I have money..."

A look of distress crossed his face as his items were pulled from the bag and separated, a look which deepened as the medic realized that the pile of contraband seemed to be a hell of a lot larger than the pile of approved items. The customs officer wouldn't find much in the pockets of the clothing, other than a few matchbooks and a small utility knife.

Adrian quickly pulled on a poker face when the official mentioned the notice. "Staff Sergeant Decane, mate, and I have no idea what you're talking about." In truth, he wasn't lying. He had no idea which of the very numerous citations attached to his military record would be the one that set off the alarms for Cirrus Security.

There was a gentle pat on Adrian's shoulder. Behind him, Claire gave him an easy smile, as if to reassure him. "I know it's rough at first, dear. But trust me, you'll get used to this place, and escape isn't impossible to find, if you know where to look for it." The woman either didn't quite fully comprehend what Adrian had to do to get through the day, or she had found some very devious ways through Cassefin's restrictive rules and laws to admit such in the open..

The shapely Geshrin looked over at Kokuten with a smirk, not forgetting about the comment that got such a reaction from the new guy. "I follow orders just fine, thank you. It's giving me incentive to do anything more that you seem to struggle with."

"Would you like a foot-rub as well, Ms. Winters? I'm sure we can have all that arranged the next time we're out on patrol." chided Kokuten as he turned his attention back to the customs booth. The Captain stepped up to Adrian and then looked down at all the materials and items laid out before them. Judging by the silent movements of his lips and the bouncing character of his eyes, he seemed to be either counting or taking inventory of Adrian's stash. "Hm."

A quick blur of gunmetal-black yanked Adrian's beret off his head, putting it in Kokuten's hand.

"Now Adrian, we all had to go through this when we got here." said the Chiaki rather boorishly, and with slight annoyance to the fact he admitted. He took a look into the other man's beret, checking it for substances. "Complying with the custom's officer will make life much easier for you once you're inside, for more reasons than one." Judging by Kokuten's thoroughness, it may have been the Captain himself who was the citation of Adrian's record. "Mmm, nothing here." he said, despite whether or not there was actually something hidden within the beret, and put it back on Adrian's head.

Adrian nodded with a smile at Claire's reassurance, just before Kokuten tore off his beret. "Fuck you, my hat!" Regardless, the medic leaned in close to his friend and spoke softly once it was returned safely to his head.

"Seriously, I have no fucking idea which one he's talking about, mate."

"Mmm hmm," the man behind the customs counter didn't look convinced at all, giving a blank stare to the small group as they conversed. He glanced over to Kess and Mimi, both of which shook their heads in dismissal to his questioning gaze. That seemed to be enough for the man as he sighed heavily, pushing all of Adrian's confiscated belongings into a plastic bin behind his kiosk. "Alright, your Savtechs will be able to lead you where you need to go. Next!" The attendant behind the counter pushed Adrian's small pile of clothes towards him and motioned for the next person in the line to approach.

Adrian's face fell as he watched the majority of his possessions get tossed into the bin. "Bastard," the marine muttered under his breath as he grabbed the clothes and walked further into the concourse, grumbling. After about six meters, he turned and waited for his two marine compatriots, still mumbling profanity.

Claire smirked at Kokuten's taunt. "Oh please, you're overdoing it. You know damn well you can't give a good massage to save your life." She snickered at the captain as she walked along with Adrian, apparently the new guy demanding her attention by virtue of being new.

"Sorry hon, but I told you it'd be rough at first. Did they happen to mention what squad you'd be assigned to or was that to be determined here?"

Adrian sighed. "No, captain CAT-FUCKER," he raised his voice on the last two words, shouting them loud enough for the customs official to hear, "didn't tell me shit about my assignment, just took all my happy away and tossed it in a bin, the bastard. I'm sure our little computer friends," the medic gave a sidelong glance at the SavTechs "can sort it out for us rather quickly, though."

Claire put up a hand defensively "Easy, hon. I'm not your enemy here. I understand getting angry about this assignment... I thought it was crazy coming here myself at first." She seem a little put off by his outburst, although it was nothing new, considering most people's reaction to going through customs.

She tilted her head at the savtechs, inwardly groaning a bit at kess being called a computer again...