"Yessir." Okay maybe he's poking at it a bit. He'd liked it. Liked how mal looked and sounded. He looked- like he was home. comfortable. It's not something that happens often enough. "I was only number 2 because my scores were so high. We need a second in command that can reign her in and actually knows what the hell they're doing."

Morale, he can do. Improv? Sure! But leading a squad? Nope, not even from the number two slot. Malcolm it is. "The suits and upgrades are tools more than anything else. We need to distance ourselves from the..language of the project, I think. Call Ourselves something different. New code names. We're a group that's choosing this, knowing exactly what's going on when we sign up this time. No surprises."