Being late was something Janos did not have a habit of doing - though this time he indeed was late. The man arrived to the ship and exchanged a few words with the soldiers standing guard before making his way inside. He adjusted his messy hair a bit and took a better hold of the large metal case he was lugging around.

Janos managed to get to the agreed upon meeting place just when the actual meeting had came to an end. With a little mumbled "Damn it..." the explosives expert forced a little smirk to his lips and approached the person he assumed to be in charge. He did not bother with a salute, or even standing in attention as he stepped in front of Echo. "You must be the boss 'round here - Summers, right? The name be Kalpa - Janos Kalpa - though if that's too difficult to pronounce you can just call me Tsar like the guys back home used to." His tone was polite, but the rather odd accent and drawling way of speaking gave it a bit of a strange edge. "M guessin' I'm late - sorry about that."

Janos paused for a moment to place the large case on the floor and the smirk of his widened a bit in to something that could be considered either a smile or a manic grin. "Guess you already read all them reports, but guess I'll still inform you that I'm the best damn explosives expert humanity has to offer." He spread his hands slightly - serously, if he'd let out a maniacal giggle you could think he's a super villain or something.