[Rome hears the knock, but it takes him some time to answer- a minute or two goes by before he finally appears at the door, opening it a little too quickly because he knows he made whoever it is wait.]
Can I-
[-help you, he's about to say politely, before seeing who it is and stopping abruptly. Rome is somewhat roughly dressed (compared to the norm, at least) and while he looks presentable, his jacket is open and unzipped, dogtags underneath his shirt like he threw it on in a hurry, his feet bare against the wood flooring.
It's a bit of a stark reversal from their first meeting, but he doesn't think about that. All he really thinks about is that Maketh is at his door- and after their last meeting, that doesn't seem like a good thing.
His eyes lower toward the ground as he takes a small step back, opening the door a little further in case she'd like to come in.]
[Action]
Can I-
[-help you, he's about to say politely, before seeing who it is and stopping abruptly. Rome is somewhat roughly dressed (compared to the norm, at least) and while he looks presentable, his jacket is open and unzipped, dogtags underneath his shirt like he threw it on in a hurry, his feet bare against the wood flooring.
It's a bit of a stark reversal from their first meeting, but he doesn't think about that. All he really thinks about is that Maketh is at his door- and after their last meeting, that doesn't seem like a good thing.
His eyes lower toward the ground as he takes a small step back, opening the door a little further in case she'd like to come in.]
-ma'am.