Wardroom
Salem was amused, yet lost while listening to the tiny Freespacer and the canine-like Nepleslian converse. He had not the slightest clue of what this 'poly-sen-t'yunce' but was under the impression that it was a bit beyond his comprehension. Technology is a neat thing, but he was indifferent to learning more about it. Salem was satisfied with his current understanding, it was enough to carry him through the swing of things without seeming like a senile old man with a computer. If a job involved dealing with a high-tech gizmo, he would try to find any information on it and read up to know more about what he was working with but that would be the extent of his forays into technology.
Sitting there, Salem toyed with his cap and found there was more time to examine the others and make little mental notes on their appearances and personalities. His eyes moved from one person to the other, starting with Phage since he was already listening to her. Small, manic, like a small overly excited puppy that also happened to be a cyborg. She displayed an air of curiosity to her and it seemed her attention span is a little more short-lived. He didn't doubt the technological inclinations of the Freespacer and was glad she was on the team. Though he had never really interacted with many Freespacers before, he was interested to see how it working alongside one would turn out.
He turned his eyes towards the other conversationalist, Shasta. A canine mutant Nepleslian drawn to drones, nice. He glossed over her facial features, only to find himself admiring her long ears. 'Reminds me of good ol' Brownie. I should get another dog in the future when I stop dropping people for a living.' His eyes saddened slightly as his thoughts drifted to his childhood best friend of which he still missed dearly. He forced himself away from the images of his old dog however, no need to be nostalgic at the moment. His mind moved on to her capabilities, and it was obvious she's an asset with her natural affinity for drones, something that was almost indispensable to operations in terms of today's modern workplace.
'Tech obviously isn't going to be a problem for this team.'
Moving on, his attention fell onto the presumably strong willed Nepleslian female, Kira. She looked like the average Nepleslian, albeit without the numerous cybernetics that he sometimes sees. Could mean she either knows how to handle herself without losing a limb or two, or she's just lucky. Though something about her personality gives way to the impression that she is more than capable of handling herself. Professional and proficient it seems, like she's been a part of an organized outfit, though what she was a part of exactly eluded him for the time being. Admittedly Salem was excited to see how she would operate in the field, he has the feeling her style of work was closer to his.
Finally he gazed up to the giant of the hour, Duncan. A relatively large man of caring nature. While he only worked with Duncan once, Salem already knows well the way Duncan works. He holds much respect for the man as a capable mercenary and a reliable teammate. Upon being reached out to by Duncan with the prospect of a job, Salem was eager to work with him once more knowing that any job with him is as good as accomplished. Not much could be speculated as he already worked with Duncan before.
Not much could be speculated about Frank either but for different reasons, seeming that for now all he is to Salem is a disembodied voice and another merc under payroll. Within due time however, Salem is sure he'll meet the man firsthand later on.