Commander Pathfinder
The last thing I want on this trip is a sad SAM. Best to keep him happy and let him keep his jokes up. Something tells me I might need them anyway. You're kidding me? Puppy eyes? I'm so screwed if he pulls that. I've got no resistance to puppy eyes. It's my Kryptonite. Trade secrets though, Spectre to Pathfinder, so Shhhh.
You're never intruding Sara. Not as far as I'm concerned. Besides, he's a military man. He'd understand the commradrie, even if we just met here in Knowhere. Plus, if I'm going to sit down Captain an America and his best friend for pancakes, I think I'd like someone there to elbow me if I start to smile like an idiot. I can't think of anyone I'd trust more.