((It's a sim, so I ain't using the AntiMatter shit here.)) [i]Not silence, rather footsteps entered the room upon the sitting of Irina, though not too long after. The light echo through the open space allowed for the presence of a figure to be known as the blurry door spat out a man, but the one who was thrust into the room entered calmly, but as if he wasn't quite accustomed to going through them, and so he lurched forwards when going through. Quickly the man regained his composure once again and straightened himself up, as he had calmly yet swiftly stridden to the room's centre. Not in the heart of it where Irina was, but close enough to it that he was maybe ten meters off. "So, this is where the Vileblood trains?" The words were laced by an accent of Canadian origin, though he who had used the accent was definitely not known for showing the same kindness as a normal northerner was famed for. The black and orange tiger striped camouflage of a cloak was draped over the body of he who stood mere meters from Irina, though he did appear to be wearing something beneath the cloak, as told by the pauldrons that went over his shoulders being oversized, and the chest managing to look bulkier than average. His face was covered by an orange mask, with one red eye and the right being a black colour, though the lenses both were a black shade from one side and completely transparent from the other, which he looked through. He didn't appear to be armed to his full extent as usual, for he had only what looked to be a Shoto hilt for a lightsaber at his hip, just between the spot where two black HardLight sword hilts rested. He didn't equip himself with any weapons that were over the top, just an AK-47 with a couple of modifications like a red dot sight and foregrip, a single .44 revolver in a sleek silver colour, and one .357 revolver that was a colour of rust red. Which for him was lightly armed, as he didn't plan to bring a Bolter or AntiMatter Rifle into the room. "Fair. Not too nice, but it's not bad." [/i]