There wasn't anything strange or wrong with being 'real polite like' as far as Jasper knew, nor did he think it was a sign of his inexperience. If he was in any way competent in this new career, then he would be just as polite in ten years time. Oh no, was he going to be doing this in ten years? He would be forty then, and he had been Director of SHIELD-- what was he doing?
"I didn't expect anyone to be here yet," Jasper insisted anxiously, giving up entirely on his notes and the tenuous order he had imagined of his desk. "I don't know how they got anything done. You need order, there are rules." Jasper had no idea how much of a disaster this could be. Now he was unloading his stress on the stranger who came in here hoping they could be trusted with big, serious problems and the best he could do was slouch down into his seat, hands up in surrender.