(OOC:  Sorry, my bad!))<br/><br/>Getting the run around by an unescorted droid that seemed to have no immediate owner was not his idea of a good time.  Already irritable from the 'training' at the practice range, he wasn't in the mood to be diplomatic.  It'd be just his luck that if he blew a gasket on the mystery droid, he'd find out in short order that it was with someone very important.  An Admiral or some such bull.  So he'd have to play nice.  He just didn't have to look nice.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to get himself a weapon, and he was already wearing his armour from instructing on the range, so the delay to kit up was mere minutes.  By the time he found his way to the storage room, he had no reason to think there was anyone other then the droid in there.  Repeater blaster slung over his shoulder in a professional manner, Trooper Corser's fist struck the panel to open the storage room door and he stepped in, scanning the room quickly before settling his gaze on the suspicious droid.<br/><br/>"Alright friend, no games.  Trooper Kenzington, your assigned escort, shirked duty to go skirt chasing.  Fine and dandy.  So I'll be filling in."  He held out one large hand for L's pass, and for all the deep frown and more then his fair share of irritation on his face, at least his tone was professional.  Strained, but professional.  He'd had a long day and it was only going to get longer at this rate.