"A military man?" Fracxis raised an eyebrow, "There's jobs if you wanted to help Preya's military. And then there's jobs if you don't. Those are the fun ones." Fracxis was careless with what he said. He spoke in a way of a man who didn't need to hide what he thought. "I can't say I'm well versed in war, the last one I stuck around to witness was World War II." He definitely wasn't human. Fracxis looked like he was in his late twenties, "What ever ways of war humans use currently I'm unfamiliar with."
Fracxis drank more of his mocha as he crossed one leg over the other. "Well having a license will probably help in the long run. I'm assuming Preya will understand." He kicked his foot a little while he thought. "Just act casual, that would be the best advice I could give. If you're looking for advice that is." He set his mug on the table and looked at Vanguard, "Do go on, I'm interested in your life's story." He sounded genuine under a thin layering of sarcasm. Then he smirked and laughed lightly, "If you tell me yours I'll tell you mine." he wagered with a mischievous look.