Closeted in with a hand-reader in a corner of the exotics' barracks, at first glance Kaidan looks like he'd seem right at home in Barrayaran green: tall stature, dark hair, a solidly military build, and the silver prematurely glinting at his temples to lend him an air of Mature Officer. He is, of course, in a set of fatigues much like Byerly's, but in place of cheerful whistling there's a quietly observant calm as he sets the reader aside and nods for the new face to pull up a seat himself.

"I could... although if we can start with a name, I'll feel a little more confident that this isn't some bizarre new interpretive art approach to interrogation."