Leonard McCoy arrives ten minutes before his interview, Starfleet uniform freshly laundered and pressed, face carefully shaved, hair gelled neatly into place. He waits in the reception area quietly, and his hand rests lightly on his medkit, still hanging on a strap over his shoulder. He's brought it so he can demonstrate the kind of tech he can bring to Hellsing; how he'll be a good resource for them.

After nine minutes have elapsed, he's shown into a room where he'll be interviewed, but he remains standing. It won't do to sit before the interviewer does.