Heef peered in through the open door that the two ladies had passed into, his blank face taking in the room as he stooped lower to get a better look. Gathered around a plain table with a holo-projector in the center were an odd collection of warriors, even an Ork sat at the table something that didn’t ring quite right even to the Ogryn. 

Looking back out at the corridor he was hunched over in briefly the Ogryn saw that either way the path was empty; likely this was the room he was supposed to be at. Pausing for a moment he looked quizzically at the door to the room staring at the size of the portal compared to his frame. His face knotted in concentration Heef bent down even further and turned into the room with difficulty, his bulky frame getting caught in the door. Watching the efforts of the brute to simply get through the door would have been incredibly awkward as it took an extraordinary amount of time and much grunting for him to eventually force his way into the room. 

However upon gaining entry to the room he found the ceiling of the chamber to be significantly higher than that of the corridor outside and gratefully stood to his full height. He wore a pair of huge combat boots and camo trousers and khaki vest that threatened to burst at the seems as he moved his upper body. Covering his arms were all sorts of tattoos in seemingly random patterns ranging from a serpent ending in a human skull trailing down his forearm, to the badly inked image of a female Ogryn thankfully with enough clothes to protect the sanity of those who looked at it.

His face, was scarred all over, with his bulbous nose missing a large section out of his right nostril. Rough stubble covered his entire lower face and was matched by the recently shaved hair covering his head. Uncertain as to what to do under the circumstances Heef took example from the rest of the members around the table, noting that the sergeant who had looked at his weapons earlier was sitting near to the head of the table, next to the inquisitor who had saved him from 'ex-e-cushion' and who's orders he was to follow..

He took care to take a seat as far away from the ork as possible, his bin lid sized hands curling into fists at the thought of the greenskin and the prospect of a potential fight. Realising that the others were looking at him critically the Ogryn paused in the process of sitting down on the chair that was now eclipsed by his rear end, and stated in a simple manner. 
“Heef Rog.”

And with that he collapsed into the metal chair which immediately buckled under his weight and collapsed to the floor with a loud crash flattening into the ground as his rear settled onto the wreckage of the chair. Even as he sat on the floor with a perplexed look on his face, Heef’s bony head was still level with everyone’s at the table.