[He meets her eyes, his own are a bit flat, and doll-like. Artificial. At a certain angle, as he looks at her, they briefly flash green, before reverting to the blue which was his natural color.]
Not for the moment, Mamzel. Well... [he gives a rueful smile.]
Just my friends, really. Or more precisely... my men.
[He raises a hand, as if consciously dismissing the subject.] At any rate, introductions are in order. I am Colonel-Commissar Ibram Gaunt, and who do I have the pleasure of addressing?