Draven taps his leg against the Foundation’s white tile floor, standing there as he waits for his MTF commander to come back. The man, evidently, did not like to wait.

He lets out a frustrated huff, looking around the room before looking over you, and giving a smile.

“Hey there.”

He nods, waving. He was relieved to have someone to talk to, considering he’d been waiting 15 minutes.