Andrew gave the younger man a long look, making a mental note to check the security files when he got back to the house. He clasped his hands down in front of him, and took on his most threatening, disinterested expression. He had been, after all, a Grayson Marine.

For her part, Honor felt the prickle of curiosity through her link with Nimitz. The 'cat seemed to sense a sort of kindred spirit in Jack, and gave his own expression of amusement. Beside him, Honor lowered her pistol and brought her target forward with the mechanical arm. The grouping was fairly close; the most recent adjustments to her prosthetic, however, had left a slight tremor. She would either have to compensate or have her father adjust it further.

"Spend a bit of time around firearms?" Honor asked, turning a smile on Jack.

[AFK a bit. Will pick this up after gym and dinner. =) ]