Well, so much for pleasant conversation. This was probably a blessing in disguise; everyone here was either tired or unusually friendly. The last thing Dean wanted was somebody jumping down his throat for simply saying hello. It was probably better to stay with the norm to not seem as strange as the Englishman. Although, Dean couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of him with his arm around the guy from China. Just for that, he thought an introduction was in order. “My name is Dean Spear. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Bishop.” If he didn’t know any better, this whole situation would be a setup for a bad joke. And by the looks of some of the people in the group as the elevator went on the decent, this might just be that. Nearly everything looked like a half-finished home renovation project. And if the people in the base were a family, than it would be dysfunctional at best. At worst? There’d be a divorce. The only thing Dean wanted right now was to get some rest, so hopefully his brothers and sisters wouldn’t cause too much of a ruckus. He looked ahead at the various rooms that were available to him, and with no preference on sleeping space, Dean picked a door at random. “Hey, Echo Squad gets that room.” Grumbled a guard just as Dean held the doorknob; now fairly confused. “Wait, you mean…” The guard just stared on blankly, as if he’s gone through this process before. “Each squad gets a room. Echo sets up in there.” At the reveal, it was a bit of a disappointment. Bunks lined the walls, one over the other. Each and every one of these people would have to sleep in the same room. With a nervous gulp, Dean scuttled over to a bottom bunk in the corner, and slid his small bag of personals and sword under the bed. He was very particular about people touching his things. If one could do anything to get on Dean’s bad side, it’d be to set their hands on his prized katana without permission, and no one ever got permission.