This was crazy - Ryan was in an unimaginable amount of trouble. He wasn't supposed to leave base but it was the fourth of July and there were ten other places he was supposed to be. No one here could testify to where Ryan was and he'd only just taken up this incarnation; being charged for murder was never good and he didn't want to have to go through a court-martial and everything for a crime he didn't commit. Of course, it wasn't going to be pretty if they found out he had left this base, either.
The allegations were completely ridiculous too - Why would US Military kill his own men? He was the one encouraging people to enlist; he knew how important every single soldier was, and that they were so much more than just numbers on a list being pushed around by the higher-ups.
Of course, what was he going to say to the investigator? 'Yes sir - no sir, I didn't kill this man; I wasn't even in Fairfax County when it happened. No, I wasn't authorised to leave but I'm actually a god and I was needed elsewhere.'
Yeah, right. That would go down well.
He entered the room when the door swung open and he heard his name, leaving his hesitations behind. He'd deal with it - he didn't think he could exist for over two hundred and thirty years and keep it a secret.
Words couldn't express the relief that washed over him when he saw that the man he was saluting was one of the only people around who understood and knew he was innocent.
Instead of screaming 'OH MY GOD UNCLE SAM THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE' and launching into a long, casual discussion with his old friend of almost two centuries, which would probably scare the other person in the room and the people still waiting to be questioned, Ryan set his racing heart at ease and breathed out a little in relief.
Saved by the old man again. Someone really was watching out for him.