Ressaw didn't say anything to him at first. In fact after he got back, she seemed to wholly ignore him as she placed the gun down, looked at the box, and put it back where it had been at the start. She continued to busy herself and took out a digital notepad, then began to type things in and still had not looked at or said anything to Kain. He was patient though, used to commanders, captains, and admirals yelling for extended periods of time on this or another. Drill sergeants doing the same, and most recently the foreman yelling at him on what to move next.<br/><br/>She finally looked back at him with a blood pen in her hand. She explained that she wanted him on record, and he had the job if no illnesses were present. Well at least he didn't have to worry about that second part. He didn't get sick. None of them did. It made skipping work damn hard, but the pros far outweighed the cons. On the subject of his DNA, did he even exist? He knew what the military did to get their hands on the II's, so would he even show up?<br/><br/>Did it matter? He didn't care. He could always come up with something. He'd been doing it for a while now and was pretty confident in his ability to think something up on the fly. She asked if he had any<em>current</em>ties to the UNSC, and before he could answer, she told him if she found out he was lying, he'd be fired and killed? He wasn't quite sure how to interpret the last part, and wasn't sure if she was either, but he let it pass. "No," he said calmly. "Nothing to do with UNSC or any allied forces. I doubt I'm even on their radar." Taking the pen, he tapped his finger and let it take it's sample, then he handed it back. Holding his index finger up, he wiped the bead of blood off and watched the tiny incision close up. Even up close he doubted Ressaw could see, but he kept it away from her just in case. Laughing lightly, he looked over to Colby and the new girl. "He's smooth," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.