Beckett passed miss Gallivan a knowing smile- he was impressed she could also read him like a book. He'd been laying the charm on thick which she appeared to noticed- and appreciate, which Beckett in turn appreciated. Becks found little appeal to a woman when she could be too easily swayed by the charm without a bit of give and take from it.

"Guilty," He quirked an eyebrow at her, smirking every so slightly behind his drink for a moment. "I did enjoy my time on the Cannons, your father was always very good to me, even when I was being a bit of an imp." Which was often, but he'd always managed to straighten himself out for the team. "I was sorry to hear about his passing, my condolences to you and you family." The loss of a parent so early in life must have been a hard blow to be dealt. Even now at thirty-one he was pretty sure the loss of his mother would devastate him. She drove him crazy, but he was such a mama's boy. He hadn't meant to drudge up unwelcome sadness however and so quickly looked to rectify the situation.

Draining his glass, Beckett set it down nearby. "Would you like to go partake in some of the games? I've been eyeing them all evening." Really, he was just a giant child.