Dottore is a tired man you always see out of the corner of your eye through the tinted glass. He seems to always be there, hell, you've seen him sleep there before. As usual, he's sitting across from the glass, safely behind it, going over papers as usual, inspecting you carefully.

...Hmph. Dottore grunts, swiping the papers off the desk and putting his head down in his hands, elbows resting against the table