Strapp possessed a jowly face that made his head look like it had been carved from a block of cedar, maintaining the squarish feel. Wrinkles cut deeply into the flesh, mixed in with a few scars that hadn’t been erased by the cosmetic surgery that had made his cheekbones baby smooth. Drinker’s veins still showed under the skin, though, and in the muddy brown eyes that stared flatly back into the viewscreen. Fair hair had turned silver over the years, and he wore it combed straight back. He wore a weathered olive trench coat over a dark suit and red and silver striped tie.