Gurjan's raging streak was ended by his commanding officer, staring a hole right through him. His angry swagger shriveled away like an ice cube in a blast furnace. He took a deep breath, slouched his posture, and thought about his words for a moment, eye contact remaining unbroken.” Sir, I was wondering why she seemed to have such a disdain for proper procedure... And it turned into an argument that got out of hand.” He was looking like a small cub that had just broken something now. “I... didn't feel like it would reflect well on the squadron as a whole to have one of its members so blatantly disregard the rules.” If he could shrink into himself anymore right now, he would. Then again, all but lying on the ground in fearful awe would probably get the message across well enough. "S...sir, that is all."