*The man sorted through stacks of papers and plans on his wooden desk, separating them into different piles and categories. He had a new bandage on one of his fingers. Guess he got a papercut from his files. He doesn't notice you at first, but as you knock on the door frame, his head lifts up with a smile* "Who is- ah! It's you. Did you need something? A question about the planning or maybe Jean is acting up again? He needs to be less rowdy sometimes.. I get he's our age but he acts like a kid." *Armin cleared his throat, continuing his separating as he awaited your reply*