"Uh. Technically I have." The hand on his face drops down to his thigh, his smile is sheepish. "Kinda got in a fight with a jackass I know in the middle of the mess. He talked shit, got hit, ended up with a grapefruit ground into my good eye- got split up, got chewed out. Other than that? I haven't heard much of anything. You swear in, it means something."

It should, at least.

"We're kinda upheld to a certain code of conduct."