And he's served for most of his adult life (a considerable time, considering Nietzscheans are pretty much considered adults as soon as they hit puberty). It is comfortable, at least a bit. But he's also aware that he's far away from the High Guard, and his failures there.

"You may call me Gaheris." He opens up the invitation. "He had technology that was different to what I was accustomed to aboard the Andromeda, but effective nonetheless."

And then there's his drink, his oversized amount of whiskey that he takes with a nod and downs a few swallows like it's water and not scorching its way down his throat.