The smile Zelnick forced in response was... forced. "General, huh? Would I know your military?" He paused, then asked, "Do you prefer to be called by rank or name or what?" The other man didn't look much older than Zelnick himself, though he supposed there were a million extenuating circumstances that could get someone that rank while still very young.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Zelnick collected his half-eaten snack and set about making it a completely-eaten one. "Is this sort of thing common around here? The riot, I mean," and he waved vaguely with the apple. "I was kind of distracted by... my conversation," about how nothing my crew and I have done means anything in this goddamn place, "so I wasn't paying much attention until one of the... nurses... dragged me away."