"Presumably you were given an assignment like the rest of us." For now, they're all labeled as ensigns. Equal footing. Whether anyone will give a shit about rank as they spend more time here is up in the air.

The corner of his lips turn up wryly, not quite a smile, at the man's observation. It doesn't reach his eyes when he looks up again. The padd is left on the table, and Devin's posture gives away very little except that he is paying attention more obviously now. "You've spent all of five minutes with me," Devin points out. "How have you come to this conclusion?"