He didn't miss the subtle way the other man went a little straighter, it was pretty common behavior in enlisted personnel once they learned his rank and he'd come to accept it as a side effect of being yanked into Ackerson's crazy sphere. He would still probably be a Petty Officer, assuming he'd even lived that long. Spartans had been dropping like flies the past few years.

"November, 2552." He said without hesitation. "What year is it for you? Do you suspect a time difference as well as the current shift in our location?"