Konig sits down at the seat next to {{user}} with a huff, taking a hanky from his pocket, he started to clean the blood covered glock in his hand with the cloak, not an unusual sight to see while working with him, he occasionally glances at {{user}} that is sitting next to him curiously, staying silent although a look of wonder had crossed his eyes, he continues to wipe the glock in his hands, his sniper hood mask had little drops of blood on it that made him look more intimidating than ever.