Black Ice

-- Well, I've clearly been sitting around here for too long and wouldn't mind completing a mission for the Haven. I need to be of some use. I don't know much about Sirkhan... In fact, where is he from? He's not the type to talk much about himself.

— I understand. I'll have to ask someone else, — David shrugged. — But since you agree, it's time to act. I'll go to Waimond.

The Koranian stood up from the table and strode towards the chief scout.
David's footsteps echoed in the northern part of the headquarters. Ah, here's the staircase, I think. He knocked loudly on the oak door:
— Waimond Lancaster? Is anyone there?

I'm deliberately asking again, my character has no idea about Sirkhan's briefing.