He looked up just as the man walked in and sat up straight, or atleast straighter. "Mister Woodrow, I presume?" He asked, the man nodded.
"Well lad, seems your parents have served the crown." He said glancing down and reading quickly over a few things. "Your mother was a medical officer on board the York, Very nice, very nice indeed." He trailed off a bit, glancing back up at the man. "You were also an independent bounty hunter. Meaning you have flight time. However that doesn't mean you know all the great Bretonian fleets."
A small grin crossed his face, but it quickly went away as he leaned back, waiting for Woodrow to respond with the correct answers.