"Hospitality isn't in their job description." it was the only thing he had said, in response to Kira's comment, during the long time of silence.<br/><br/>When the men entered, the sniper regarded them analytically, coldly. Sized them up, looked at what emblems they had to mark their ranks and the like, as well as the build of their frames.<br/><br/>He was quiet as the presentation went on, and studied it as closely as he could. The obnoxious green night vision made finer details difficult to make out, but he knew it'd be even harder to see anything without the NV.  He remained stern and detached, even when Durai's ramblings could be heard; hell, even when their was an obvious death on screen. The harsh climate of his home country bred a rough, tough, harsh people, and coming from a military family as well... well,  it probably wasn't even possible for him to have an emotional response to that scene.<br/><br/>He had a question, alright. But, it was one he didn't voice; he knew their'd be no point to it. Just leave it alone. But he did wonder why it was that neither the OCU nor USN took the time to just plain kill Durai.  If they had, the situation that brought them all together never would have happened. But, their was a no point sharing his thoughts on the matter.<br/><br/>He just patiently awaited; maybe one of the others had a question, or maybe they didn't. Maybe the meeting would continue right along. He hoped that would be the case.