"This one isn't as mentally deficient as the others, eh? Maybe he'll do well. Maybe."
He then smiled as he read his form, which, to be fair, was probably rather frightening, as he continued to roughly point a weapon at the less capable applicants.
"What the hell, you can't fly whilst you're drunk?! What would happen if we were having a May Day celebration and there was a red alert!? What would you do?! Cry?!"
He waved the application form around angrily,
"We'll beat that out of you, dammit! Head to processing, Recruit! You're in, you pathetic, sober girl!"
As the new recruit left, Gorodetsky leaned over to Thorvaldsson again, whispering,
"That one seemed okay. Probably one of those Arab sorts like Muhadrem, with the lack of liquor. Looked a bit pale, though..."