Once the formalities of hand shaking were completed, he rose to stand again and pull off his long-sleeved shirt to fold it and drop it down. Even in the anemic light, the burn scars could be seen rippling across his arms, shoulders and part of his chest. He rolled his shoulders and removed his fatigues, folding them as well. His newly folded clothing was put neatly aside.

"Don't worry. I speak just enough French to get me into trouble," he replied with a grin and then pulled back the covers so that he could crawl under them in nothing more than his boxers.

"I haven't been following much of the Coalition lately thanks to a stint back in the freezer, but you carry on with it? Or what have you been doing to keep out of trouble?"