Roman's shrug takes up his whole body, shoulders past his eat and arm in half a flail, not looking too put off by the abrasiveness. If anything, he seems to appreciate it.

"Honestly? I don't really give a shit. I'm doing my job, so, if you wanna be Mrs. 'I'm-so-tough' than you can go right ahead. Worst case scenario I have a nice drink. Best case scenario we don't hate each other."

He tilts his head to the side.

"I mean, how long have you been here? Not long, right? You know Malcolm?"

There's a point, it's just dependent on the answer.