Tyrone's retreat into himself was interrupted by the impact of a cigarette on his lap. He turned to its source to see the strange man who had been rambling about vibes and music and... roosters? He hadn't been paying much attention. He was puzzled by the Corporal's Demeanor, he sounded less like a soldier and more like the protesters that always show up whenever they all gather for deployment. He handed back the cigarette while shaking his head firmly, he wouldn't be caught dead doing anything that would make him anything less than his best.

"So why is someone like... you a soldier anyway? Your attitude doesn't fit it much..." spotting the insignia on his armor he realized that he was speaking in a mildly distasteful tone to a superior, so after a pause he threw in a "sir" for good measure.

He realized as he was speaking that both him and the Medic next to him were asking the man questions at the same time.

"Oh excuse me I didn't mean to interrupt any conversations"