Copen looked toward the new arrival, blond eyebrows arched as she walked inside. Ah, it was a girl! His good-natured expression did not fade as she introduced herself, friendliness radiating off her like waves. He gave her a wink as she came closer. When she took the seat next to him, he straightened slightly, noticing just how small she seemed next to his lanky frame. In fact, he looked to be the tallest person here. It sort of made sense - after all, normal soldiers were usually around 6 foot or slightly below, since muscle was difficult to pack on such a long-limbed body. He knew that all too well, although he'd gotten over it by now.

Her accent was interesting, if anything. His English was fluent, but his Danish accent was still heavy on his words - most Americans so far had guessed that he was German. Being a second language speaker, he had had a small amount of trouble distinguishing just [i]what[/i] type of accent Angel had. But if the surname was any hint... "Hi, I'm Copen Thorsen," he said with a grin, turning in his seat and holding his hand out to her. "Another European, no? Italy? Looks like SHIELD is- er, - having a wide selection." He'd struggled there for a moment, but had thankfully recovered before embarrassing himself. Not that he often felt embarrassed, but it was difficult when people were critiquing his language at every word. "I'm from Denmark - Aarhus."

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