"Most are common sense," Florida admits, taking the yarn and starting his leader on a needle. "Consider the fact that you're living in a place with well trained mercenaries who have to be able to trust that we aren't trying to kill each other. It may be non-standard, but we must balance our own security needs with the fact that we never want someone else here to think we might kill them."

Except York. He deserves it. "Don't invade another's room, for instance, unless in the course of a prank war. In fact, most things except for food become fair game in a prank war. Except for ever sabotaging equipment. That could get people killed."

He starts to knit, thinking to himself. "Typically if there is a bet or a betting pool going on, I am the handler of the funds or the arbitrator because I don't really care for gambling too much. Use your common sense mostly."