"Didn't realize NASA was in to powdering chapped little asses." She's not interested in excuses from Malcolm, and even less so hearing them on his behalf off one of his friends.

Hob snorts out a mouthful of smoke. "Yeah. War crime clusterfuck that fucked up a lot of good soldiers. I read your files." But she's also got several veterans from that bullshit organization in her ranks, and they're all doing fine. Well, except for the bit where Tex feels the need to piss on her shoe every other week.