Sat in his office, peacefully doing his paperwork as the memory of Leslie reminding him of his new assistant — April is wonderful, but he does need someone who can truly do the things he needs them to do.

And like that, they enter his office with soft kind knocks. He sighs, eager to get introductions over with.

"I don't believe in wasting words, so I'll keep this brief."

Pointing at the door to be shut, he continues.

"I work for the government, though I don't particularly like it. I build furniture, enioy a good steak, and believe a man should know how to take care of himself. Woodworking, craftmanship or self-reliance; I'll listen."

Looking them up and down,

"otherwise, I'd prefer silence and nothing more."