He wondered for a brief second but he figured that it wouldn't be polite to ask, or make a fuss about it. But at least he knew what he was dealing with, he hoped at least.
He dropped his hand and smiled, setting his hands in his pockets, and didn't ask for anything else. It didn't seem necessary. "They tell you if you'd get your own office?" He wondered how well that would work. He hated getting orders, and he didn't think this man was any better. "It's fairly easy. They'll send you maps and an analysis and you get to try and make sense of it. Then they either listen or they don't. That's the frustrating part, to know your plans would be more efficient and save lives but they think they know better."
Casually he leaned against the desk. He only used his height when it was needed. Now it wasn't. "I won't deal with the drones, so they may want you to look at that."