Grey optics narrow at the sounds of footsteps coming from down the hall. What was that and who in the right mind would be walking around G Ward at this time. Not that Senji had any say since he was out as well. A soft sigh of breath is made as his broad shoulders are rolled in a shrug.

     Turning on his heels, the male starts to tread down the hall. The soles of the leather boots hitting the floor with every step he took. His stride being a short one as he sees someone come into view. A cock of his head and lift of a thick obsidian eyebrow is given as his lips upturn in a scowl, arms being folded neatly over his chest.