"Si," Alvarez waved him into the office, looking at the man before him. "You homes, you go sit and think about my question, and don't screw it up... you," he rounded on the Bretonian. "In my office now, I don't like smart mouths, but I like a person who actually has the cajones to speak up. In there..."
He levelled a finger at Alicia. "The Recruitment Office is closed, tell the marines to shoot anyone that comes through that door. We'll clear what we have and call it a day."
Following the man into his office, Alvarez reloaded his pistol.
"You, homes, life story, and spare me the emotive, squishey 'I'm an Orphan and I want revenge' crap... if that's your story, homes, I suggest you learn to lie, and quickly."