Kasimierz Boguslawski was a tall, broad, typically quiet man with a shaved head and a drooping mustache. With the demeanor of a man walking towards fate, regardless of what that fate was, he entered the room. He bent his head to avoid hitting it on the doorframe as he entered the waiting area, keeping sure to make his bulk as nonthreatening as possible. His eyes went to the people in the room, noting the usual mix of ideologues and hopefuls one would expect in a recruitment office. He kept his mouth shut to prevent his untimely demise from coming sooner rather than later, and waited for fortune to shine on him.
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
