On the whole it wasn't as bad as it could have been. There's still some kinks to work out with how the new recruits are trained and briefed, but they got the job done and no-one went home in a body bag. Maybe it wouldn't have gone down like that if he hadn't just happened to be close enough to respond to the call for backup, but this time he was, and there's no point dwelling on what-ifs. They'll know better next time.

It's still weird, being responsible for all this shit, having people look up to him for some fucking reason. He's never felt so old and fucking tired as when he's got some fresh-faced kid in a new uniform saluting and calling him Captain.

He snorts a laugh at the mention of peace talks and the sigh that accompanies it. "Nice to be important, huh?" he says wryly. Not that he isn't skating around the edges of letting himself in for that kind of bullshit too, but the Guardians haven't made quite enough of a name for themselves yet on that kind of front for anyone to expect him to pretend to be a fucking diplomat. "Yeah, I'd take my week over yours any day." He holds his glass out to clink against hers. "Cheers."