"It's a little too late for that." Arizona deadpanned, ignoring the other man's attempt to distance himself from a rookie, taking a more relaxed position than he originally was holding. He wasn't going anywhere it seemed. "I might as well talk to one of you anyways, better to get it out of the way than keep wandering around pretending I'm busy. " 

It had to be the sniper though, he couldn't stress how much that fact irked him. It could be worse of course, he could have ran into the boisterous buffoon who charged into the last training exercise without stopping to even finish talking. Now [b]that[/b] sent shivers of disgust down his back, so he decided to just stick with this bad situation, instead of seeing how it could have been worse.

"So, what do you want to know [i]teammate[/i]? My combat history? How I kill people?" He asked, putting a monotonic emphasis on the word 'teammate', as if it pained him to even say the word. It didn't of course, but he was give some sort of indication that being in this man's presence was killing him slowly. Something he couldn't convey visually with his helmet still on.