Alvarez pointed at Williamson from across the hangar deck.
"You may be fantacising, Esse, that you are up a few decks, in a waiting office, waiting to be called... but let me make it clear to you, homes, you're down here, this is your interview, and Boris over there is kinda eagre to ask you his first question... ain't you Boris?"
Boris grunted, taking a lumbering step towards the man.
"So the question is, do you choose him, me, or the latina chica over there?"