[He looks up from where he has his nose buried in a mess of exposed circuitry, brows raised in surprise when he sees the mask rather than a face of one of the dozens of other people who had made the lab their second home over the weekend.

A beat, and he stands up straight, dusting himself off with a more formal air to his posture.]

Not at all. We've met before, if I'm right. It's nice to have a proper introduction.

[He gives a little bow from where he stands.]

Guy Cecil. It's a pleasure.

What's on your mind?