than enough pretty women down there and I didn't mistreat a one." Damon replies, stretching his arms out in front of him. "Likely we're not getting a new boss. The CO's likely to be getting a new boss, which means shit will roll downhill, but from the same source." "I think the most complimentary thing I ever heard down there was that I was a thug, but I was their thug." Damon snorts a small cloud of smoke. "I just do my thing, and I don't change." He adds, sidestepping the idea that he was missed or was even enjoyed with his thug-like avoidance of compliments. "Just remember not to turn into one of those suicidal idiots, okay Dell?" Dell grunts, "This is a war and I'm all about keeping my head in this." While he is at his locker he gets out a bottle of water and he turns to look at Damon and he grunts, "But if you think I am heading that way, stop me." The bottle of water is opened and a sip is taken from the bottle as he walks over to his bunk again and he says, "We did good today." "If I ever do, you listen. I've never been a marine but I had a crew on Scorpia. I know the territory." Damon replies, nodding his head in agreement that they did well today. "At least for us. That Battlestar's marines took a few good hits, lost a few. Be interesting to see