Ryan looked at John, clearly unamused by the statement. He walked up to the guard and said, doing what he expected needed to be done. "Ryan Leon, control of ice." He took the papers that were given to him, walking on. He looked at the papers, wondering what information was kept inside of the stack. He probably wouldn't read them anyways. He looked around slightly, wondering what the place is like because he would be staying here for a long time.