Cobain with his full marine attire on from his usual blue clothing to his damn oversized white coat, Cobain was dressed to impress. Even though his relaxed and calm demeanor had made waves around the marines he still had to at least put on a front to those who may or may not be sold on his abilities to lead. "When I retire I'll never have to wear this damn thing again" joked Cobain as he continued down the hallway. He was now in the mess hall where most of the soldiers socialize with one another but Cobain didn't come for that exact purpose. He was scouting talent. He would lean on the wall which lead to the Vice Admiral offices and just lurked. He said nothing but his men on the other hand, roughly 20 of them were vetting potential soldiers for his ship with all the questions they knew their leader would ask.

Did Cobain expect to find who he was looking for here? No not really but he had to believe someone was worth the development and potential to someday ascend to Cobain's potential and maybe even higher. He didn't know how to believe in this new generation but he was hoping someone could restore that faith.

"It's genius! You'd use marine assets to construct high resistance, low combustible mechanized pieces and use the integrati-..." *Limp Clamp* "Oi. . ." A woman sitting across a particularly chatty associate of hers would mutter prior to releasing her grip and fondling a cigar between the index and middle finger, thumb-flicking her lighter open and permitting a brief second or two before her more than abundant rumors of being a human chimney were brought to action. "I'll kindly have to ask you to. .well. .shut the fuck up," she'd state with a sincere grin that quickly faded upon the arrival of a band of scouting marine dogs. "Mmm. .? Admiral. Whas that about?" The previously mentioned individual would question with a pointing finger that upon further inspection managed to seep into a scouting marines belly as he stood directly before the two and their table. Wishing about the contents in her drink, her immensely selective hearing would pick up only mention of "Recruitment" and "Vice Admiral Cobain."

However, her interest in either were enough for the woman to eventually be woken up after a brief drift to sleep. "Admiral! . .Admiral! T-..Their recruiting soldiers for Vice Admiral Cobain. It'd be cool, wouldn't it? Beats stayin' cooped up here, ya'know?" Met with a flashing grin, she'd blink a total of twice before extinguishing her cigar on said marine's forehead and dipping the remaining in the cigar tray. Standing up, she'd give way to spectate of her professional attire of a clean white blouse with a form fitting pair of dark gray business pants to boot with heels. The woman's elongated locks would dangle to her bottom and at her hip she'd whip on a pair of glasses before eyeing the scouting marine top to bottom. ". . . .Mmm. . ." --- *Marine blink* --- "Mmm. . ." ---*Marine Blink* -- "Scan completed. Weak ass detected," she'd say with a rather stern expression. "I couldn't offer one damn for what rank this . .'Cobain' is. If he has questions about me and my unlikely recruitment. .he will approach me himself or not at all." She'd lean closer with a newfound smirk. "Understood, scout boy?" After given a nod, she'd whisk a marine jacket across her shoulder before making way to exit the cafeteria. "Even the highest of ranks are still not immune to the poison of being a pussy. A pity."

Cobain generally didn't like recruiting people because no one ever panned out to be the prospective person that he wanted. Usually everyone dropped the ball and vision that Cobain had envisioned for them. Hopefully those things would change going forward. Obviously Cobain himself didn't believe that but he was still going to believe just that. Watching those his men talk to get overly excited and obviously not meet the criteria for Cobain's crew fail at the prospect of joining him the man began to sigh. He did however notice a select woman who seemed vexed by the prospective situation going on around her. She intrigued Cobain and judging from her attire she was definitely a Rear Admiral, someone who was seasoned mentally and hopefully physically and would be eager to climb the ranks. Someone worth the effort in training. "Hmm, Think I've found my gold coin" said a smiling Cobain. He would watch the brash attitude of the woman at work and to say Cobain was impressed was an understatement. He was generally annoyed with people who were edgy for no given reason but in the marines that showed character and personality, something people had often forget when they joined these ranks.

The woman would begin to make her way towards the door and that's when Cobain decided to make his move. The woman would begin to walk out and Cobain turned as smooth and clean as possible, you would probably hear his medals shifting on his jacket but nothing else. He would stay roughly 3 feet behind the woman 2 feet to her left. He'd begin to spark a cigarette with his cobalt blue lighter and take one puff before addressing the woman. "Oi, could you do me the pleasure of stating your name and battalion?" asked Cobain who wanted to pick this woman's brain and see what she was really about. Hopefully she proved to be the woman Cobain had thought she was, he had a place on Owls Haven for her if she truly was someone worth the effort and training.