David was nodding to both Trixy and Carsons comments. Indeed he was itching to put some rounds downrange and slay some bodies. Marine lingo for 'lets go kill things' The Vampire lit another cigarette and offered one to his two teammates. Should they take it he would kindly light them and place the box and lighter in his pockets. With a long drag of his Marlboro Red and an equally long exhale, he looked to the sun that was barely visible now. It would be dark soon and the time where he operated best. This was likely what his new female friend was thinking as well. All Vampires cherished the moment the sun went down. When day became night and the night belonged to them. 

He wondered how the mission would go down. How the team would perform. Obviously not like any grunt unit or special ops team he'd ever seen. Human tactics worked fine against humans but David doubted that they would work against creatures of the supernatural.' Only one way to find out i guess' he thought as he put the red to his lips and puffed at it. His pack was running out.. he would have to buy more soon especially if he kept sharing. 

"So do we each get our own rooms or are you throwing us in a barracks?" or maybe two to a room? David wondered. Mikael would make a good roommate. They could swap stories and 'bro out', the slang term for male bonding. That would be the likely course, though David wouldn't mind sharing a room with Trixy.. he thought as he looked her over again. 'Yea right. Bet these sobs are like the corps and separate males from females. Everyones a critic.'