Opening his eyes, he looks up at a more than burly Guard. The man himself stood atleast a foot taller than himself. He was directed to an open door across the room. As he stood, he kept his gaze forward, completely stoic. He walked into the Room and took a brief check of his surroundings.
A Spartan place it seemed, Although that may be because of the common destruction of the 'application process.' A desk and a chair, along with some coalition holo-vids repeating themselves on the walls.
"Ma'am. Reporting as ordered."
He stood in a relaxed position, his hands by his sides and his feet shoulder width apart.. A martial position that outwardly had no openings in hand to hand combat. He had been trained well..