[That isn't unexpected. He can only suspect that it's been some time since the girl's had a decent meal. An observation he makes not with any particular concern or caring, just an assessment that she isn't at her best.]
Right this way. [The doorway leads to an elevator that takes them on a short downward journey before opening up on a sprawling room that it's apparently built to grant direct rooftop access for. His "office" is... impressively large, larger than what most people could call a home nowadays and sparsely decorated with a painting or two chosen to fill up wall space. At the far end is a wall devoted entirely to a window overseeing the city and in front of that is a wide, metal desk with a high-backed leather chair behind it. A clear seat of power if there ever was one.
Most notably, the room is cool compared to the heat outside. The building has air-conditioning.]
Have a seat. [He gestures toward the smaller seats at the front of the desk before moving around to his own chair. The desk is largely featureless, outfitted with a few built-in computer monitors and a phone. Like everything else about the office there's nothing ornate about it. It's functional. Designed for purpose rather than appearance. He folds his hands when she sits, leaning back in his chair.] So, why don't we begin by getting some of those questions out of the way.
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Right this way. [The doorway leads to an elevator that takes them on a short downward journey before opening up on a sprawling room that it's apparently built to grant direct rooftop access for. His "office" is... impressively large, larger than what most people could call a home nowadays and sparsely decorated with a painting or two chosen to fill up wall space. At the far end is a wall devoted entirely to a window overseeing the city and in front of that is a wide, metal desk with a high-backed leather chair behind it. A clear seat of power if there ever was one.
Most notably, the room is cool compared to the heat outside. The building has air-conditioning.]
Have a seat. [He gestures toward the smaller seats at the front of the desk before moving around to his own chair. The desk is largely featureless, outfitted with a few built-in computer monitors and a phone. Like everything else about the office there's nothing ornate about it. It's functional. Designed for purpose rather than appearance. He folds his hands when she sits, leaning back in his chair.] So, why don't we begin by getting some of those questions out of the way.