Roman shrugged. "Hmm, I could think of quite a few people, honestly. I'm alright with it. These suits don't know what it's like to be out there, mixing it up. Never even pulled a trigger in their lives, but they're so comfortable telling us who needs to be shot and who deserves to be saved." "Is it that obvious?" Keeping that thought to himself, he chuckled at Dominic's comment. "Well, you know how it is. Some of those training exercises can get pretty intense, especially when you've had a few too many the night before." He came up with an excuse on the spot, not wanting to divulge his more private activities outside of the DCOA. Roman scooped up the cup and gave Dominic a slight nod and a wry grin. "See, this right here is why you have the best office in the whole facility. Some people just don't appreciate the simple joy of having easy access to a cold cup of water." Roman skimmed through the file, rubbing his chin. "Scaly skin? So he'll probably be wearing extra clothing to hide it in public." He nodded as he stood up and held the folder under his arm. "Sure thing, I'll keep an eye out for him. Thanks for the heads-up, and don't worry about me, I know my limits and I can handle myself. Who knows, maybe this softball assignment is just what I needed to catch a little extra shuteye. See you around, Dominic." That said, he made his way out of the office and made his way to the armory to pick up a few pieces of equipment.