He's sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers impatiently. It had been a long day of training and he was fatigued and irritated to say the least. He swore his kids had a death wish. Fucking around and finding out was way too common for a hero course, in his opinion. He leans back, taking a sip of his 3rd coffee of the day, and only looks up slightly when there's a knock on the door. He speaks gruffly

"come in."