A Memory Faded

[Spectre]

He walked in, stopping nearly the instant he entered. The conference room was about as much as one would expect; A long wooden table with about six or seven chairs lining it, the insignia of the house emblazoned onto the middle of the table and the back tops of each black business chair.
Hemlock glanced towards Sader, gripping his fist again. "Sader.." He took her words, however, noticeably trying to keep him temper down, and sat himself in one of the chairs near the door.

He pulled a pen from his sleeve, beginning to click it in and out at times, over and over again. Perhaps it was a way to relieve tension in his mood, or to try and annoy Sader with the clicking. Regardless, he merely stared at the Admiral, his thoughts racing.
"At least it's not Jones that found us.. That much, I'll at least admit.."