Pausing at the voice Ben just freezes...Who the hell did that Marine grab?! Looking up the man he saw was nothing like the one he had requested, it appeared that the Marine grabbed the wrong man.
Sighing he rubs his temples, dropping the file in his hands as he does so back into it's drawer while muttering to himself about the incompetence he has been observing lately in their Marine Corps. Straightening himself out and sitting upright in the chair he stares at the rather...unsightly man before him with a cold expression.
"So your a broken man with no name, a murderer by your own admission and judging by your body posture not entirely stable of mind...So why should the Coalition want one such as you within it's ranks?" He questioned, eyeballing the man's wardrobe with mild disgust and his nose flaring as it smelt the stench of the man's rather unaccommodating oder...
