I frowned at the headache I was going to have. Lukas just grinned at me. He was enjoying himself. "Your recruits, you handle them. I'm going for a hot chocolate. Can I get you a cup of coffee?" He was being funny. But with Lukas, there were times it was hard to tell, and this was one of them.
Twenty pairs of eyes were staring at me, and while none were even vaguely friendly, at least none were overtly hostile. I took the space at the head of the table, "Welcome Initiates. Let's be clear: We have a week and then face down a mass heretic cell. One week is no time. Training Grounds, 15 minutes. Move it."
They could at least follow orders, and I pushed them. Hard. Three training sessions a day, at least one every alternate night. I got to know them by training alongside them and making them hate me more than each other. It worked.