Nobutora entered the bar and took a slow, deliberative look around its interior. He was a little surprised to see the Chui already present; she had apparently proceeded directly here from their interview a little while before. He had taken a little time after being dismissed to stow his personal gear and attach his new 2XF patch and rank insignia. The rank in particular sat somewhat uncomfortably with him, contrasting sharply both against his black occupational panel and his own self-concept. Still, he knew he would get used to it in time. Not wanting to stall further, we walked toward the Chui's table. He hadn't had much time to peruse the squadron's files, an oversight he bitterly ruminated upon, but he thought he recognized all of the personnel assembled there. “Ma'am. Sir,” he said, inclining his head slightly towards the Chui and the Nepleslian he recognized as a Shoi Kohosei. Straightening back up he glanced at the rest of the crew. “I am Yamamoto Nobutora. A pleasure to make your acquaintances,” he said in greeting, bowing more deeply to the group.