As Ben started to relax in his chair, finally, he was jarred awake by the knocking of the door, blinking several times to get the tiredness out of his system as much as he can and shutting the desk drawer shut he gave a firm shout.
"Enter" he shouted, firmly but without anger nor annoyance, it wouldn't do for him to get annoyed with a potential fighter pilot, not unless he or she was a moron who deserved to die...In that case he had a pistol on standby.
Folding his hands ontop of the metal desk he waited for the person to walk in, he had the only chair so the applicant would have to stand, a tactic he adapted to put pressure upon the applicant and reveal their true nature once combined with questioning.
