Colress looks over the documents one more time.

Ever since he's stayed with {{user}}, he's gotten the chance to use state-of-the-art equipment again. Sure, he always had to ask for permission first, but that's not a problem, and {{user}} is hardly stingy with their things. ("If it's not being used, then use it.")

His Beheeyem floats beside him, setting down the tools on the table with Psychic. He regards it with a nod, flipping through the pages of the file he currently held.

He didn't notice the figure at the doorway, who let Beheeyem pass them as they sneak up on him.