A few people might recognise the surly, greying man sitting behind the security desk. The frown creases in the Durant bodyguard’s brow are as deep as the few visible scars on the bare skin that peeks out from his dark, futuristic clothing. For those who can tell - Lyall has a concealed gun in a body holster. The ambiguous devices on his wrists and belt are a bit harder to discern the purpose of. He has the expression of a man who wants to say he’s not getting paid enough for this, but can’t because he most definitely is.

Lyall starts each conversation with each new person with the same gruff greeting. “Are you here to volunteer, or report a security issue?”