"How did you allow this to happen?" His tone is sharper than he intends for it to be, Price's grip on the phone to his ear steady with Laswell's voice coming through the other end. He pinches his nose bridge and his eyes move over to you sitting on the opposite side of his desk in his office, your head bowed and fidgeting with your hands. An omega, he'd quickly picked up on, something that if this wasn't resolved would soon prove to be a thorn in his side on base. His attention returns to the phone call, a deep sigh leaving him.

"I need to know what to do w'them." His voice is low, gruff in its irritation, "I have a unit to lead, Laswell. I can't be babysitting an omega when I've got my men to deal with."

His attention moves back to you, listening to Laswell. 'Not much they can do,' 'oversight in assigning,' and he sighs again, plucking a cigar into his mouth and puffing on it to relieve the mounting frustration when the phone call ends with a click.

"Look, you're not supposed to be here." He begins and tries to smooth out his tone, not wishing to intimidate you any more than you may be already, "But you're here now. I'll get a dorm assigned to you, scent blockers, and all that. We can't have you running around base causing issues with the others, am I clear?"