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At the guitar quips Jerry pouted, looking deflated as he pulled up a chair. He didn't particularly want to sit next to Melvin. The guy was disrespectful and big for his britches. But some socialization would be good for the Sun. "You guys are no fun. I thought you liked my music," He finally registered those stuck in the beds. "Oh jeeze- what happened to you two? Oh," He gave a nervous smile to Lex before offering his hand, "Jerry Collins, Sun Division, full Hunter. New trainees are popping up like roaches huh? Ahahaha." He nudged Jordan playfully.

See? Things were okay. Just had to get his mind off of his troubles. There would always be troubles. Just keep your mind off of them. His attentions then went back to Otto with a look of serious concern, "You can still drum, right??"

Lex gave Jordan a polite smile and chuckle, shaking his head. "Tell me about it; I've already got one of the Life techs to think I'm the biggest idiot in the division." He meant Ami, of course. One tour, and he had basically messed up any chance of being her friend.

To Melvin Lex gave a nod. "I'll probably see you around the labs sometime, then. I've been studying runes, mostly. I should probably check in for minipet duties at some point, though."

"Yeah...I haven't been introduced to many people, really." He told Leon, with some mirth in his voice. "I guess I'm just going to have to do that on my own." He took a look at the snacks table. "Who's Clarice?"

Jerry got a nod of acknowledgement as well, and a little smile "Eh, I've been called worse."

Otto's icy gaze flicked to Jerry as he addressed him, huffing lightly. "My drum set is still trashed. Dakota said he'd buy me another one once we get leave again." He replied, adjusting his sore shoulder. "I'll be fine to play."

For the most part Otto only sort of registered those around him. He tended not to like crowds, and the fact he was stuck in bed didn't help. He was trapped, as it were. The anti social teenager could do nothing but let himself be included. This was dumb. Poker is dumb. Why so dumb.

He dragged his change and cards closer, staring down at them rather than anyone else. "Louisiana." Otto mumbled to Melivn.

Ro's eyes flickered up to Jerry's a grim look on his face and one that pretty much spelled out pure disgust and loathing before flickering to Rep followed by a jerk of the thumb, "That" he said with just a very blunt hint of venom, "Is what happened."

Sorting out his coins he started to prepare opening bets before looking to Melvin, "Florida born, moved around a lot and ended up in Massachusetts." That at least placed some of varied accent and just the slightest hint of the Boston clip that sometimes slipped into his voice. It seemed as of late the Boston clip was coming out along with his short attitude towards others.

"California," Jordan offered, "central coast area, born and raised." He sorted his hand thoughtfully, then laid it face down on the table and made neat stacks of his coins.

"Philadelphia," Jerry supplied quietly, his usual sparkle fairly dimmed as he shifted at the table. He debated excusing himself. He hadn't had much experience with Poker, but knew how to play well enough. He used to play cards all the time with his grandparents.

Pokerface.

He had nothing but a short, slightly manic burst of laughter on the subject of H, which he bottled quickly.

While everyone was looking over their cards or counting their pennies, Jerry shifted to turn, pretending to be situating himself in his chair as he popped the top on his flask again and took another quick sip before tucking it away.

These days, battlefields he could do. Groups of judgmental men he could not. Especially with the rumors that had been flying around left and right. He had read on twitter later about the "betting fridge" in the Life department. He didn't want to know what it looked like, or if anyone had made any connections between it and him.

"Sorry Rep, you're the only non-yank. Ahahaha." He forced the smile back on his face once his throat had recovered from his subtle swig.

"I always kinda wondered about that.." Otto murmured, uncertain if he wanted to be conversing his thoughts at all. "Is it just lucky everyone here speaks English? Or is that on purpose while recruitin'?"

The southern boy picked up another card and furrowed his brows at the hand he was dealt.

Ro took a moment to look at his cards one last time before tossing them face down to the middle of the table, a garbage hand was garbage. "Probably required. Keeps it simple." He hadn't met anyone with a second language, with his cards tossed aside he looked to Jerry next shrugging, "Barely. Getting nearly killed on a weekly basis almost makes me miss it."