It was always nice to get a new candidate. Bart liked them, liked helping them. He did hate having to meet in classrooms though. So inconvenient. His office would be so much more uncomfortable, but candidates couldn't come up to the Citadel.
Leaning against the teachers desk, Bart took a long drag of his cigarette, his clothes ruffled and a bit of stubble on his face. He never bothered much with his appearance unless he had too. He looked over his new candidate and smiled, "So, yer mah new 'un, huh." His voice was a slow drawl, common to some of the lower middle caste areas, "Its nice ta meet ya. 'M Pilot Hamilton. Bart fer short. How ya been likin' it here?"