James made his way to the mess hall, he stopped putting down his tablet. He wasn't hungry but he did want to get know his fellow Mech pilots, surveying the his eyes rested on a young woman, painting. A strange hobby for this day and age, however the closer he looked the more he recognized her, Marsha Wells. A successful Martian security contractor like himself, not as famous to the public but she had a solid reputation.

James made his way over to the women, proper introductions were in order, she was a fellow Martian and Mech pilot thus deserving of utmost respect. He carefully took a seat near her, wanting to see her painting also not wishing to disturb her to much. "Hello Ms. Wells I'm James Rockefeller, I was a bit of last minute addition to the crew, figured I should come over and introduce myself. If your busy though I'll get out of you hair." He maintained politeness though he did try to get a good look at the canvas, his father always had canvas painting lining the halls of there corporate offices. He knew a little about art, enough to get by at charity dinners and such.