Downcast, Meekins watched the hapless recruit cast about on the floor for his glasses, which had landed near the gangly patrolman's feet. He would have picked them up for him right away, except that the last time he'd helped one of his fellow officers find his glasses, they'd ended up in a million tiny pieces (one of which had embedded itself into his hand). Meekins was in enough trouble today already; best to just play it safe for now.

"He... He shoved you in here, Sir? That's not very nice of him, Sir! Has the Academy changed that much since I was last here?!" Meekins barked at the sheer indignation of it all. The staff had been very abrupt last time, but they didn't push people around in a very literal manner. It wasn't his imagination. They had gotten meaner during the past couple of years!

Wait a minute... soldiers? Yet another thing that seemed wrong about all of this, though Meekins couldn't put a finger on it. "...Th-This is the Academy, r-r-right, Sir?" he stammered, a cringe on his face. "I used to help recruit new officers for it until I got demoted. I... I guess they thought I needed to be retrained, which is why I'm here."

Though Meekins wasn't good at reading people's expressions, even the anxious smile on Officer Williams' face wasn't lost on him. Maybe it was because he was afraid that Meekins was going to crush his glasses with one careless step -- and not without good reason, as the patrolman's foot was nervously tapping just inches away from it, he just now realized. "Sorry, Officer Williams, Sir! Your glasses are over here, Sir. I'll get them for you... and I swear on the Badger Bible that you'll have them back in one piece, Sir!" With that, he started to kneel down slowly to reach the spectacles, his arms outstretched again for balance so as to keep his promise to Officer Williams.