Kasimierz looked up from his sketch -he had just gotten to the lady's curves- at the bellow with a start, almost dropping his notepad. He quickly regained his composure and nodded, letting out a deep "Yes sir," before following the good Commissar into his office. His dark pants tucked into boots, he stepped through the various puddles of blood without hesitation, pocketing his notebook and pencil, calmly approaching his salvation or his death.
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
