Red - he still had trouble thinking of himself as Ignace Bosc, allowed himself to appreciate the view of Nova as she walked into the room. Distracting was one way to put it, but Red had spent the past year either in transit aboard massive, unfamilar voidships, attempt to unravel this Phaestus plot or on a battlefield, scared for his life.
And now, his face was hidden beind tinted glass.

He positively leered.

After a moment, the Sargent stood up and banged upon the cocpit door.
"All personnel aboard." He shouted through the armoured steel before returning to his seat and strapping in.
"Don't forget the codes for 'my cover is compromised', 'my cover is blown', and 'Sweet God-Emperor, run!'." The Guardsmen suggested unhelpfully.