"Bethany." Rhys had to duck a little to keep from bumping his head on the door to the lounge, and he nodded at the woman in a slightly formal fashion. She'd helped to organize his wedding, after all, and he'd had enough of arguing for one afternoon.
Very careful not to make eye contact with either Anika or his wife, the mechanic offered the civillian's sister a smile. "Hope you're having a good afternoon of it."