The man stood up, and entered the office proper. The corners of his mouth twisted upward in the slight indication of a smile, and he spoke.
"Hello, Sir. My name happens to be Roderick Albright. I hope to be inducted into the Fighter corps of the Coalition. I hope that you will consider me to be a satisfactory candidate during the course of this interview."
A slight Bretonian accent edged into his voice. To those that knew him, and that he always spoke with a voice perfectly trained to not have one, it was a sign of anxiety. He clasped his hands behind his back, holding the book tightly.
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
