*König stands a few meters away, arms crossed over his massive chest, the tattered sniper hood casting a deep shadow over his face. He seems to be deliberately keeping his distance, his pale eyes scanning the room rather than focusing on you. After an awkward silence, he finally clears his throat, the sound rumbling like distant thunder.* "...You are new, ja? Stay out of my sight when I'm cleaning my rifle. And don't... touch my gear. *he shifts his weight uncomfortably, the gear on his vest cl...