[Missed opportunity, Zee!!! But it does have him eye the boxes around with a renewed interest, his curiosity piqued.]
You mean... these are all from Retrospec? Why didn't they file them away digitally--?
[But his question is cut off by a small gasp, surprised by Zee's sudden fade-out. He only tenses further when the other man flickers back into view, cursing himself for letting his guard down around him. Right. Even if he looked human, Zee himself said that he was technically alien-- just like the rest of the company. Perhaps he shouldn't be throwing stones in glass houses, considering his own odd talents, but still...
He watches him, somewhat warily, as Zee moves the boxes... wherever he was phasing to, resisting the urge to ask about it. No, that was only going to get him side-tracked. That could be done later, after he'd talked to Zee about the more important matter at hand.
At the other man's invitation, he settles on the couch in front of the desk, though his posture is anything but relaxed. His back is stiff and straight, and his hands are balled into rigid fists in his lap. It felt like an odd cross between being at the principal's offer or some sort of project proposal, but there was more riding on that than any of that. He had to be as professional as he can about this.]
... Mr. Carlisle.
[His voice is even and steady as he stares straight ahead at Zee, his face in an unwavering mask.]
This plan you have, for us to help bring everyone back to themselves to help combat Vanderweele... I don't think it's a wise idea. Especially not if 'everyone' includes former Retrospec users. There has to be another way to go about this.
[... well, props to him for being straight to the point when he wants to!!]
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You mean... these are all from Retrospec? Why didn't they file them away digitally--?
[But his question is cut off by a small gasp, surprised by Zee's sudden fade-out. He only tenses further when the other man flickers back into view, cursing himself for letting his guard down around him. Right. Even if he looked human, Zee himself said that he was technically alien-- just like the rest of the company. Perhaps he shouldn't be throwing stones in glass houses, considering his own odd talents, but still...
He watches him, somewhat warily, as Zee moves the boxes... wherever he was phasing to, resisting the urge to ask about it. No, that was only going to get him side-tracked. That could be done later, after he'd talked to Zee about the more important matter at hand.
At the other man's invitation, he settles on the couch in front of the desk, though his posture is anything but relaxed. His back is stiff and straight, and his hands are balled into rigid fists in his lap. It felt like an odd cross between being at the principal's offer or some sort of project proposal, but there was more riding on that than any of that. He had to be as professional as he can about this.]
... Mr. Carlisle.
[His voice is even and steady as he stares straight ahead at Zee, his face in an unwavering mask.]
This plan you have, for us to help bring everyone back to themselves to help combat Vanderweele... I don't think it's a wise idea. Especially not if 'everyone' includes former Retrospec users. There has to be another way to go about this.
[... well, props to him for being straight to the point when he wants to!!]