Farzan did his time in infantry, did his time ferrying troops and the First Recon kids, and he's picked up some of the spaces of what Trudy didn't tell him about Carl.

So, while he lets the door slide shut behind them easily, he also takes several steps to the side. He's not between Carl Benton and the door - and likewise, neither is Benton between him and the door.

The room itself is...a lot like the rest of the base. Utilitarian, with pipes and wires running overhead. There are desks here, and chairs, and even more crates. No windows, only one exit, and the hum of machinery that permeates the walls.

"So," Farzan says, hooking one of his thumbs over his gun-belt as the other hand pinches the bridge of his not-inconsiderable nose, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

He sounds exasperated, and also as if he might burst out laughing.