The weasel. The corporate man. The back-stabber.
He’s so compassionate, so helpful to the just-returned from hypersleep Ripley! What a prince. He’s so sympathetic to her struggles. He’s got the demeanor of a caring Heart Type.
The faker.
His focus on the financial bottom line could make him a One, but he doesn’t strike me as a Body Type. The way he tries to hide when the aliens are attacking, backing through a door and right into one, seems physically clumsy. The lack of situation awareness is pretty dense. He’s more of a stereotypical egghead who blunders into his death.
Head Type?
Not a Seven. A Seven would be in the lab with Bishop poking and prodding at the alien remains.
A Five or Six? His almost blase attitude about the dangers of this mission seem to completely rule out those numbers.
So, he really is a Heart. He’s not a Two. Not enough sincere compassion in him. And not a Four. A Four would definitely acknowledge the utter clusterage of this mission, regardless of ulterior motives. Again, we have Hudson playing that role for the cast.
An evil, mustache-twirling Three. All false face of concern, all behind-the-back plotting to screw you over if necessary. The kind of character you love to hate. Well done.