Tyrone sharpened up at the sound of him being addressed as private. That had become his name over the last few months; he barely responded to Harvey at this point, never mind Tyrone.

He turned to meet the gaze of a rather big muscular guy, but the  unimposing nature of his greeting made him seem less so, at least as compared to O'Hennessy, who might as well have been ten feet tall with his demeanor. His accent let him know that he was foreign, African probably. He knew as much as the whitest white guy on this ship about that continent, but despite the fact that they probably shared little more culturally than the color of their skin, it was nice to see another dude who looked like him. He felt himself loosening up as he assessed this guy as a potential friend, that was until he remembered he was about to attempt casual small talk with a superior, considering a fellow Private would never address him as such. He stiffened up once more.

"Sounds like a plan..."

He paused to look for a rank on him

"Sergeant"

Just then the ship's AI showed up and began firing off directions before making a snarky comment. He betrayed his own professionalism by turning to the Sergeant and asking casually:

"Who would program an AI for a military starship to be so... sassy? To keep things light perhaps? I guess that's why I'm just a soldier and not a science guy or whatever"

The fact that they were alone and drop time was rapidly approaching dawned on Tyrone once more as he realized he hadn't really absorbed the directions he had been given. Either way, he figured he would follow the sergeant.

"Lead on"