It was nice to see how happy everyone was at the sight of so much good alcohol. While Sergei wasn't the hugest fan of drinking until he couldn't see straight, he knew that most of his comrades were. If he was expected to deliver, he wasn't going to let them down.

Quite a few were sending him thankful grins, which he returned with equally sincere smiles. He didn't drink much himself; for one thing, he wasn't exactly in the mood for it, and secondly, Ocelot had warned him to be careful. He was probably taking the major's words a little too seriously, but he tended to do that.

The new blood was mixing in well, though. He seemed to be fit to drink with the rest of them. Sergei would have liked a chance to speak with him so they could begin to form a friendship beyond mutual understand of being part of a close unit, but it was hardly the time for such things. No, he had a bit more to do before he was officially one of them.

Andrei seemed eager to get on with that, as well. Sergei just laughed and shrugged. It was cruel, but they'd all done it.

Almost all, anyway. He glanced at Kassian, try to size him up. But there wasn't much to read there, which really made Sergei even more curious. Perhaps he would ask Andrei about it--he seemed to be chipping away at the man already.