The man who had walked into the office earlier cocked an eyebrow at the sheer violence. But it didn't phase him, he was still confident, still somewhat nervous - although not noticeably. He closed his eyes, holding his hands in his lap clenched tightly into fists as he took a deep breath to relax. After a moment, he released his hands from their fist, returning to his stoic expression of indifference.
He was of asian descent, judging from his slanted eyes and features. He was broader though, indicating a mixed lineage. He reopened his eyes, looking around the recruitment office in interest and studying each of the guards and Commissars. He was trying to judge how quickly he might get killed if he chose the wrong answer - he had a feeling it'd be pretty quick. Just seeing the amount of people killed today alone was obvious enough for him.
But again, his confidence was high, something he figured he might need to get out of here alive - that, intelligence and knowledge of the Coalition. He had a good feeling about it. His ancestors were Coalition-Chinese after all, he had been told of his lineage, of the Coalition. Although his knowledge wasn't quite up to date on the Sirius' Coalition's history, it would no doubt help.
