Cole opened one eye and his smile broadened. He uncrossed his arms and took a long drag from his cigarette before plucking it into the mop bucket with a soft hiss.
"You're not intruding on anything, sweetheart." He stood up straight with a soft groan and walked over to the rookie. He had to resist the urge to laugh at the kid. She was all spit and polish, dreams and dogma. She'd probably only seen sims, maybe a couple of drills. For frak's sake, her wings were still polished. Cole didn't even own his original wings, nor could he remember how he'd lost them. Still, he had to make nice if he didn't want to end up cleaning latrines with a toothbrush.