Spartan Rex-G124
He had stayed silent throughout the entirety of the briefing, though one name certainly caught his attention: Franklin Mendez. He, along with one Kurt Ambrose, were responsible for what— who— Rex was today. He didn't view the man as any sort of replacement father figure, but he respected him far more than any high-ranking ONI brass. Grikgar's question about the Flood also piqued his interest. Though he had only faced the parasite in a few Wargame simulations, the Spartan felt that the Grunt's concerns were valid.
Once the briefing was over and the team was aboard the Thunder, Rex let his guard down slightly; unless one was extremely observant, it would be difficult to notice. "So, what are your impressions of the rest of the team?" Suiko asked.
"They seem… fine," Rex answered tersely.
"I know how you feel about the Fours," the AI went on. "And the Swords, to a degree; at least I detected some amusement towards Grikgar."
"It's that other Three, Suiko," Rex admitted, glad that his helmet's speakers and radio were off. "To my knowledge, Gamma Company was the final batch of us before they started on the Fours. I'm fine with unknown variables in missions; I'm not fine with them on a team."
"Well, you're more used to working solo," Suiko said. "But, I understand. I can request more information from the team leaders, but I make no promises. Just play nice for a while." The last part had an edge of coyness to it.
"Just show me to my quarters. It's been a while since I've had to do a Wargame simulation, and I'd prefer to have my head in the right place."
"Will do." The AI set a waypoint. "But, assuming you wish to get off on the right foot with Grikgar, you could share some music. Unggoy love human media."