Hey, at least Jean understood masculine posturing. He didn't like noisy people, but he knew where it was required too. Usually to assert one's social dominance.

"I was some kind of guard. There was a virus outside that was turning people into zombies, and my job was to keep them out and make sure it wasn't spreading inside. I had to shower in this bleach stuff so often that my hair was white and my skin was all flaky."