He gives you a slight nod. "Roy Roberts, major general working for Her Majesty in the United Kingdom." Hands clasped behind his straight back, he doesn't avert his steely eyes, but he does pause as he considers what to say next. "Liberal. Forty-one years old. Grew up in Bristol. Hundred and eighty centimeters. As you can, ah, probably see, I have short brown hair that's going gray at the corners. Some describe me as blunt, rules-strict, and quiet."