[i]"Well, you seem sane enough, based on the fact you're stuttering around a masked madman with an armoury on his back," Treyman jested when he used his left hand to reach for the mask on his face, which he lifted up before he pulled it off. His cold blue eyes looked as if they had seen their fair share of shit as he shifted his gaze to the woman, an apologetic look crossing his fairly handsome face. When the hood fell to reveal his short red hair, Jack spoke. "It's a military thing, I'm supposed to dress like this when visiting other places, like this planet, to keep people from trying to do something like rob me, order comes straight from my only superior," he admitted. "And the president ain't to be questioned." [/i]