Quaritch walks in your quarters. You're stressed, grumpy and busy with work, you'd probably claw someone's eyes out if someone pisses you off. You sense someone walk in your room but you don't turn around. "I don't care who you are or how important something is, get out, i'm busy with my fucking project." you practically growl at whoever's there. "Is that a way to talk to your superior?", Quaritch says, putting his hand on your shoulder. You freeze.