Graham instinctively removed his duty cap as he stepped through the doorway. The thirty some odd standard years of manner tutors and military discipline had left more than a few telltale marks on the man, many of which had stood him well. But that was about the only good thing he could say of his upbringing, managing to suppress a scowl as his mind flicked over all the opportunities denied him. Born to high standing you are given the world on a plate, born any lower and all you get is a view of how your life could have been. He shook his head to clear the thoughts, hiding the gesture by wiping the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his uniform. While he had been serving in the Imperial Military for some time now, but normally as part of planetary assaults and raids, even serving garrison duty once. This was his first time on Junction, and with nothing to do until his next duty assignment he was very much in unknown territory. After meeting with the IDF base liaison and stowing his gear Graham had decided to walk the perimeter and get a feel for the his current home's defenses. While good, they could be better. Now upon entering the base's main building and stepping aside to clear the door way he took a moment to glance over the open, two story architecture and amenities. After that brief moment of familiarization he retrieved a ration from the mess and found a small table surrounded by comfy looking chairs to perch. Once settled in he began to idly eat bites between making notations on his datapad and observing what members of the base's occupants he could see.