[center][b][i][color=f7976a]Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - LOCCENT Mission Control[/color][/i][/b][/center]
As the call ended Bruiser hung his head for a second. While it was great to talk to the girls like this at the same time it somehow made it harder each time a call finished, leaving him a million miles away once more.

Rising from his seat Bruiser spotted one of the other pilots hovering nearby, a man almost his own age but with a more rugged, world-worn look about him. Stepping up beside him Bruiser tapped the guy on the shoulder in way of a greeting, something of a habit from his days boxing. [color=f7976a]"Hey there, ain't you one of the new pilots?"[/color] He asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't mistaking one of the techs for somebody else, or something.