He raised an eyebrow, and smirked, before taking another sip of the whiskey. "That is very short sighted of you, Major. I clearly know about these machines, and I know a lot about them, despite them being less than a decade old, and likely an exceptionally high end state secret until recently.<br/><br/>That phrase you mentioned, 'can't let you leave,' usually has permanent connotations attached, and I already claimed to have taken down a dragon. I know how to penetrate security, I know about the machines, and I claim to come from a different world where we use them exclusively. Shouldn't you be waiting for one of higher end officers to make up their minds about what to do with me first? After all, they might want to... Oh, wait, I guess you could try to resurrect me if you needed questions answered. Nevermind, I keep forgetting magic is both real and practical here. So, how do you plan to ensure I don't leave? Considering I was ballsy enough to walk up to the front door with intent on getting hired, I mean."