Good enough. Sleuth takes another pull from the bottle and slides in past Bariyan.

"Hell, what else is there to do?" Besides research, maybe. Or sleep. He very vaguely recalls the promise of combat training tomorrow. So there's lots else to do, but Sleuth thinks he's deserved a little celebratory excess.

"Oh, hey!" He takes a step back, then gives Bariyan a wide-eyed look. "We're in the goddamn artillery. Would you look at all this hardware?" He leans forward and has a good old admire at the guns. No touching, though. It'd be awfully rude to leave 'em all innocuous for the next guy. "What'd they set you up with, pal?"