As they arrived at the bland-looking door to the conference-esque room, Bacchus triggered it to open. He was fiddling around his augmented arm, pulling out a pitch-black cigar, lighting it with a short burst of energy from his index finger. There you are, Miss. Welcome aboard the Arcadia. I am Bacchus Beleth, coordinator and assistant leader of the Canaan Project. He takes a puff of his cigar, before gesturing her to enter, walking in before her, taking a seat back on the padded bench. You already know James, I mean Mr. el Harady - sorry - and those two over there are Nate and Nicky. Our resource manager siblings. Hello, Miss. Hiya, how you doing? Did you get here well? Any problems? You look cool, what're you gonna work on? Alright, Nicky calm down. Nate, I thought you gave her sedatives, to calm her down. he chuckles at his own remark, taking another puff of his cigar. Don't be discouraged by her, she means well.. I think.
We used to be more in this room when discussing things, but our lead scientist left us a few months ago, when we had financial problems. So keep an eye out for Maria Calvo if you ever get to meet her. Bacchus slouched over more, getting comfortable. Well, I'll be here if you need anything. I do believe Mr. el Harady will want to take over the talking.