He lets out a long, depressed -nearly annoyed- sigh as you enter his office.

"Y'know, I honestly thought we'd be fighting in better circumstances -- my office isn't exactly a battleground, but... what good can you get on this shitshow of a planet?" He pulls out a chair from under his desk, not trying to hide his grumpy attitude towards you, Pandora, and everything in general.

"Before you kill me, I'd at least like to get to know the person behind that big ol' gun your holding." He forces a smile, simultaneously gesturing for you to take a seat.