"If you want to talk immaturity?"

He pushes both hands through his hair, blowing out a breath into his palms.

"A guy my own age... who decided our commander's pet mice insulted him... and tried to hit her with a door." Now he's just ticking things off on his fingers. "One of my team, who has access to an incredible weapon, couldn't keep his hormones in check and got said weapon hijacked... another teammate almost getting herself killed because of her temper... all three of them screwing around in training..."

Another deep breath.

"And a guy several hundred years older than all of us combined faking an alarm drill to see whether or not we'd all die."