Breen ambled toward the security room slowly, hands in the pockets of his greatcoat, slouching his shoulders a bit as he often did, looking laid back and less professional than he was. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face, but his breath would keep catching in his chest as his heart beat faster. He never sped or slowed his walk to the room, but just tried to focus on being calm. That was not normally too hard for him, but he was having a bit of a challenge here.
By the time he stepped into the security room, hands in his pockets and looking rather laid back, he was indeed feeling that way. This was Daniel, he wasn't a crazed Corsair.
