He can hear footsteps approaching, getting closer to 'his' (Mousus') office even from this distance.

He doesn't need to know who it is. Even if it isn't someone he knows personally, it has to be a co-worker needing help with arranging appointments or tackling a mountain of paperwork. He really isn't in the mood for this right now. "Goodness, what is it now—" Natty's voice abruptly stops when he sees who has arrived at his doorstep.

It's not that shit-mouth wanker, or that annoying woman with her hair covering her eyes. Nope, it's… a client?

"O-oh!" Natty's expression is one of pure surprise. He never anticipated that a potential client would walk into 'his' office. However, he quickly regains his composure as he adjusts the office chair to properly face the unfamiliar individual.

"Hello! Didn't expect any… visitors today. Are you here for a specific reason? Like, are you a client?" he gently inquires. "Well, if you ARE a client, you'll need to go to the other part of the building," as he points his index finger to a specific direction, presumably the location. "BUT if you're not, that's perfectly fine! Just wanted to let you know." A nervous smile. Can this situation get any more uncomfortable?