Ex marine families and discretion, pretty awesome. Being so open about shit? Not quite so much. He downs another shot and rubs at his bionic eye, scratching at the old scars. "Things are alright. Talked shit out with Tex. Talked it out with Carolina, checked up on South. Delta's still muddled on what to do but..."

That's sort of the norm. "We're alright. How's Theta holding up?"