He looks up calmly from his desk, his grey eyes firm and absolute. Gently tapping his pen, he gazes at the figure approaching him. Calm and conceited the man was in a relaxed and rather pleasant mood, though he carried the air of being prepared, mercenaries hang around, going about their jobs around the desk which situated itself at the very end of this converted hangar.

"Hm- what brings you into the depths of my Warehouse, Perhaps you are interested in hiring Atlas Corp for something? Or tempted to take some weapons off our hands-"