Some minutes passed, then the door opened and a tall man in his late thirties walked into the conference room. His dark hair was cut short, gradualy transitioning into a stubble of a beard. His face was still young, though there were signs of the creeping age, mostly subtle wrinkles around the corners of his eyes. He wore a flight overall with a synth-leather jacket on top of it, both worn, but well maintained. The jacket was decorated with a simple patch on the left shoulder, though the motif was almost bleached out, showing only a vague hint of former colour and shapes.
He quickly scanned the room, briefly but efficiently checking all the corners and then he turned his full attention to Doc. Smile formed on the man's face, showing yet another set of small wrinkles at the corners of his mouth. He approached Doc and extended his hand in greeting.
"Doctor!" he said, his voice deep and little raspy, "Nice to finally meet in person. I apologise for my attire, but the cargo must flow so I left my ship in my first mate's hands and took our freighter for this trip."
