The frosty blue-haired researcher messily stuffed a few sheets of paper into his coat pocket so he could pull a mug from the microwave. Tea, scalding hot. Merely warm tea made no difference on his internal temperature. He took a sip, closing his eyes for a brief moment. Upon opening them, he spotted you and his guard went up. "...Oh, a new face. Wonderful. Listen, if you hear anyone say something about me involving..." he took a glance around the room, "...paperwork, they are lying. Complete fabrication. Understood?"