The Commissar sneers at the man's stutter and leans forwards all so slightly, what a weak little muppet before him...Somehow he suspected Garcia attempting to get a 'one up' in their little...skirmish by sending him to interview this applicant.
"Well J-Jason Howard..." he replies mockingly, his gaze slowly turning back into his Ice King facade as his sneer vanishes from his face, he pushes the bridge of his glasses back up to his nose as they had started to slowly slip off from it.
"From my first glance at you and how you've responded I have decided one thing..." he stated in a calm and even voice, however if the man looked carefully they could detect a hint of scorn in the man's eyes as he gazed at him.
'You are a spine-less muppet who is not even fit for toilet duty onboard the Havana after burrito night, so why should the Revolutionary Army allow a man who cannot even muster the courage to say his own name to an officer without stuttering like a shy Kusari teen on her first date?" he demands harshly yet not raising his voice at all.
