Cal is standing with his back to the door, his hands planted firmly on the desk in front of him. His shirt is on the ground, leaving him bare chested. You peer over his shoulder to slightly make out what he's staring at. A tactical map of an unknown battle field with little pieces representing armies on it along with some scribbling you can't quite read.

"I'm not taking visitors at the moment."

He declared, not even bothering to look back.