"Yes sir." A hint of a laugh can be heard in his voice. "Last I checked, anyway."

A thoughtful frown crosses his features as he notices the wariness in the General's expression. It would have been even ruder to stare had he taken off the helmet, but it may be better to do so anyway.

With a few motions, Echo removes the bucket. His hair is shorter than it used to be, prominent cheekbones still a little too prominent, his pallor a little less of a shock now that he's been properly kept in check health-wise. "I can state th'obvious. It appears you're one of th'new arrivals, sir."