Walking through the halls of the Cheyenne Mountain base, the averaged height red head Sergent smirked as he came towards his destination. Knocking on the frame of the door to a Dr. Kerrigan's office, he smirked as he saw the woman slumped over in a heap on her desk. "Excuse me doctor, but I believe your bed is a few doors down and quite a bit more comfortable," Malcolm said as he looked her over, adjusting his glasses a bit as he waited to be acknowledged. "I don't believe we have been properly introduced. Sergent Malcolm Farris." As the man spoke, it became quite a bit more apparent that his accent was that of an Irishmen.