Hanzō's pupils rotated as he zoomed in on the man who was walking towards the group that was gathering on the airstrip. He was an older man, compared to the generally young group of recruits, he looked to be in his late-30s. The man wore a combat vest and military combat pants, he wore them well with his buff build and worn, scarred face. 

Hanzō, returned his vision to normal and began to observe the rest of his fellow recruits. They all seemed like a generally unusual bunch. Even the normal looking ones were probably hiding something. This entire trip had been something baffling, he had never flown in an airplane before and did not care for it much at all, all of the technology and the luxuries were things he wasn't generally accustomed to. He had heard that outside of the places he had lived there were all sorts of things that he'd have to struggle to obtain, but he never imagined free packets of food and free water everywhere he went. His life had been secular and modest, living every day without wasting anything, but people out here seemed to discard leftover food like garbage, excessively strange. There was a girl beside him with blonde hair, she was one of the more ordinary looking ones. His eyes scanned her and found a few weapons on her person, he couldn't tell clearly but he had caught a glimpse of a large firearm in her suitcase. 

[b]"So this is Puriel.."[/b] She muttered to herself as she removed her sun glasses.

Hanzō hadn't really ever communicated with a westerner before, particularly a woman. It seemed as if this facility would be somewhat teamwork oriented in training so being on amicable terms with other recruits would definitely assist in speeding up the training process. He was confident in his English as it was one of the languages he studied during his training, though silence was his forte, he would have to adapt to his environment.

He spoke to the girl, "Yes, it is far from what I could've imagined," his voice wavered and vibrated as he spoke like he was talking through a fan, "I am Hanzō," he said with an informal bow, "I hope we get along." 
It was the first time had even spoken in a few days and his voice didn't fail to surprise himself everytime he spoke. He had at least talked clearly, though it felt a bit awkward. It would seem like teamwork would still be difficult.