Completely unaware of where he was or what he was now doing, Gant unsurprisingly and unceremoniously had the turds scared out of him by a man that approached him from behind. He shouted something along the lines of 'oh crap', except notably more incomprehensible, before he froze up and landed on his side. After quivering for a few moments in a scrunched-up ball and receiving quite a few odd looks from passerbys, Gant recovered enough to unsteadily stagger to his feet. "Ah, sorry about that," He apologized as he stuck out an arm to catch his balance on the wall. "Must have given you quite a scare from that there, eh?"

Looking around again for a moment, Gant turned back to the man to say, "And sorry, yeah, I am a bit lost here. It's a pretty big building they've got, eh?" By then, Gant had caught his balance and didn't look like a lost drunkard. Well, he was still quite lost. But nonetheless, he suddenly slapped his forehead when he remembered something important. "Ah, right. Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself because of my, er, panic attack." Standing slightly taller as he said his title, Gant stated his uniform. "My name's Gant Blanc, a Warrant Officer of the Canadian Army."