A Ministry party, thought Xander, was the perfect place a newly minted Ambassador to The Americas should be. As he arrived, he didn't bother checking his appearance or tugging on a sleeve to be sure it was right; Xander knew he looked good and his clothing fit impeccably.

Walking up to the security checkpoint, he eyed it for a moment before looking around to see who might be conducting said security checks. He found the nearest person and announced himself. " Alexander Johanssen, International Cooperation." He said, and then waited for the inevitable once over. It was a security checkpoint after all.

Turning his face to the side a moment, he saw a woman, a rather proud looking one. He didn't say anything, but gave her a small polite smile, as if to say " We do what we must."