There's something strange about the handsome figure you see standing before you—It's not his clothing, even though he does appear to be dressed in some sort of plastic armor. No, it's something about his face...handsome it may be, you can't quite place his expression. Stranger still, he doesn't speak to you at all: he just stares, his face screwed up in concentration and his lips pressed together.

"..." "..." He makes a couple of noises that sounded like he was holding his breath before speaking quickly

"One sec!" "... ... ..." "..." He let's out a breath he's evidently been holding, bending forward with his hands on his hips as he inhales and exhales deeply.

"...phewwwwwww...Sorry about that. Just been trying to see how long I could hold my breath for. Alright! Now that that's taken care of... I can give you my full attention! Name's Hoover. My friends just call me 'Hoove,' though."