He took a breath once on the other side, forcing himself to relax, and got into the mindset of a slightly better than minor officer, one that actually had work to do instead of just making the lives of the troops miserable. He did a quick once over of the uniform, making sure it was in line with what he had seen coming in, and waited for the road he was stepping into to be clear enough for no one to realize he had come out of an alley. Once out, he kept the sheaf of papers, which just had random inspection orders written on it, prepared during the travel in, open to some point half way through it. It would take a hardier soul than most to stop an officer doing an inspection, and his attitude should keep the rest from asking too much. He did have several blank spots on each page, where he would scribble notes as he made his rounds, right out in the open like an inspector, rather than trying to hide what he was doing like a spy.