[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b]Altenian Tower Main Docking Port A1 --> Tristan's Quarters[/center][hr][hr]

Hearing the crash and the yelp was enough to caution Tom, but not quite enough to set him to action. Arms unfolding themselves, he set his hand on the grip of his sidearm, not bothering to unclip the holster yet or make any move closer to the ship. At that point the sparks flew out and a man followed them, falling to the ground a bit before him as he stood there, watching the situation unfold. As the man moved to stand and turned back into the ship, Tom set his eyes on the perpetrator and knew immediately all was, at least relatively well. Taking his hand off his sidearm, he set his hands on his hips, watching her. 

He'd read the GTC's file on her and knew she had quite the possibility to be a handful. He hoped his relationship with Silvia would be, at the very least, civil, but if things like this were going to become a common thing, he may have had an issue. Of course if it was Tristan, he could probably look the other way. Tom remained the silent observer, watching and listening as the man was floored once again by the ball of rods which slammed into his torso. Taking a moment, he grasped his datapad and sent a call down for the repair team pre-emptively, positive that Tryke would absolutely [i]loathe[/i] the situation which had unfolded. As she spoke up toward the man, Tom had less of an issue with what was happening, he'd let it slide this time, he didn't want to be reprimanding the new lead in training moments after meeting her, after all.

Taking her orders as she approached him, he took a moment or two to glance over them as she spoke to him, glancing back up to her as he tucked away the orders. [color=0D6D83]"Tom Fisher, i'm the head of security, your personal bodyguard and punching bag."[/color] He offered her a half-smile, it wasn't often that he made jokes but he felt now was as good a time as any. [color=0D6D83]"Tristan wanted to see you as soon as you got here, i'll walk you up and uh, try not to mind the fact he's a colossal cunt."[/color] The half-smile went to a full one as he turned and began to walk to the elevator as it opened and Tryke and her team wandered out. As they passed, he glanced over and spoke aloud. [color=0D6D83]"Let me know if you need some extra muscle to move anything around or help out, i'll send some of my guys down."[/color] He gave Tryke a nod as they reached the elevator, holding the door for Silvia and swiping his access card to send the elevator up to Tristan's room with his security override. 

As they reached the top, Tom moved out with Silvia and down the small hallway toward Tristan's room, opening the door and moving inside after her, clearing his throat as he spoke up. [color=0D6D83]"Debute, the new Lead-in-Training is here, as requested."[/color]