Two people walked into the room, one following closely after their superior, who also doubled as their handler. Instantly, that gazes of a few soldiers snapped over to them, but almost everyone looked away. Except for one. Simon walked over to the two, clearly recognizing the superior of the two. “Evening Jones. Who’s your little companion?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, this is Stalker. They don’t speak much.” Jones replied, with a smile and a gesture to the person next to him.