Flipping through the papers of the Sinners' results, Hohenheim raised a paper cup of coffee to his lips. A slight crease appeared in-between his brows in detached concentration, followed by a soft sigh as he put the reports aside.

"Assistant,"

He called out in that soft, tired voice of his, and the man in question was quick to react; which Hohenheim noted in the back of his mind.

"What's that? Need some help?"

Heathcliff asked with a slight grin, with eagerness that nearly brought a slight smile to the researcher's lips.

"Yes. This time, however, what is required of you is rather confidential. You will have to restrain from sharing it with your fellow colleagues."

He calmly began, his eyes flickering over his face and the papers in his hand.