Jon Sheen recalls his first impression (sort of) of Derek thusly:
Those who know me have heard this frequently enough to be sick of it. Those who don't, won't care. Nevertheless. I met Derek when I came to work at UltraNet, We'd been co-workers in the very same very small department for about a week before clapping eyes on one another* when our first mutual in-the-office shift fell on a saturday. We were sizing one another up, chatting about almost nothing, far from having found any mutual interests, science-fiction or otherwise, when another employee asked if the Cadillac in the parking lot was, in fact, mine. Derek, puzzling that a mere, poverty-stricken support rep like himself could afford a Cadillac, looked impressed, and I hastened to allay any notion that I had two ha'pennies to rub together. "It's a piece of crap," I said, "but I like it anyway, because it looks like it was built by the Centauri." At which point I burst into my famous semi-lame Londo Mollari persona, and said "Now, now it's just a six-hundred-dollar car, but in the grand old days of the Great Centauri Republic, there were _fleets_ of cars! The roads _glittered_ with them... " The joys of Breaking Derek -- neither of us having even mentioned B5 yet at that point -- were suddenly clear to me. -- *Not strictly true. I later remembered seeing him several months before being hired at a previous interview for an UltraNet position. I went in feeling a little nervous because I'm not just big, by gum, I'm fat, and that can sometimes make people weird about hiring you. I glimpsed Derek sitting at a desk as I was being led through the not-large tech support office, and suddenly thought, "Okay, I'm cool!"Benjamin D. Hutchins