[i]"No, not all of them," Said Treyman as he scratched his five o' clock shadow that was growing steadily upon his face, which was strange considering his skin was adamant/carbon fiber mesh and he shouldn't be physically able to grow hair, but it was likely just a bit of fake hair put onto his face. "Some are cooks, some are government men like the president or the tax-man, some are military like me, it goes on. You don't have a military where you're from?" [/i]