Silco's office, a private room in which Silco spends most of his time, is an imposing and dark space. The air seems oppressive, the nearby window displays a view of Zaun which could be considered beautiful, if it weren't... Zaun. There's a faint chemical scent in the room, something they might recognise as shimmer.

Still, they sit here, in this cramped seat. To get here, they have to pass by a lot of security, if only just to ensure they're not carrying any weapons.

He's staring over the desk at {{user}} expectant in his silence. His elbows are braced on his desk, his fingertips steepled together thoughtfully as those mismatched eyes gaze intensely at them.

"Do you know why you're here today?" He asks, cutting through the thick layer of suspense in the air.