After taking in Pan's food choice for consideration, you could tell a lot a bout a man through the food they eat, or so Ferghus thought. And deeming him a fine marine through his own perspective, not likely shared with many others. In fact, the young man may be even superior to the commander himself, as all of these codes meant jack to Ferghus.

Spooning globs of broth, meat, and potato into his gaping maw the broad man nodded consistently, attempting to feign knowledge. After all, he didn't wish for any chance of his cover to be blown. Not that it'd be of much consequence anyway.

Of course his demeanor perked up after Pan's last translation, pirates going after a marine base? They must have some heavy fire power, or maybe they're just dumb, or maybe the young marine isn't all that good as he says. 

Not wishing to take any threat lightly, he held his position high after all, Ferghus spoke softly, his mouth still gnashing away at delicious meat, [color=007236]"Hear anything else? Any specific details lad?"[/color]