James Lambert was relaxing on the couch. He wasn't on duty today, and had spent the morning on a short nature walk with Pita. The girl was still in awe of the sheer amount of life on Planet Denver, and honestly he was too, if to a lesser degree. The temperate zone of the planet was absolutely gorgeous during autumn, and again he reflected on how good of a choice moving here had been.
Pita was taking a nap, and he had chosen to spend this part of his afternoon in the living room, sprawled out on the couch with a book reader in hand. He was halfway through The Great Gatsby now, which he had never read before despite his love of classical pre-space works. He really felt that he understood the titular...
His train of thought was interrupted by a series of knocks on the front door. He frowned, setting the book reader aside and stood, looking towards the door. His expression relaxed a bit when he realized that the small panel next to the door showed a blinking light that was unmistakably a hue of green. The advanced security system had identified his visitor, and apparently whoever it was happened to be on the list of people he'd selected as permissible.
He moved to the door, and surreptitiously poked his head around to peer out the window at his guest. Recognizing the man immediately, he unlocked and opened the door with a smile.
"Reginald! Glad to see you finally made it by for a visit."
He extended his hand to the older man for a warm handshake, then said, "Please, come on in."
Both men entered the house's living room, dominated by a large fireplace, plush couch, and chairs.