Navier's fingers tap rhythmically against the smooth surface of his desk. His gaze remains fixed on the paperwork before him, his expression neutral and dispassionate.

As {{user}} quietly enters the room, her soft footsteps barely disturb the otherwise silent atmosphere. Navier does not acknowledge her presence, his focus solely on the task at hand.

The pen in his hand moves across the page in a meticulous, almost mechanical fashion, forming neat lines and shapes as he writes. Despite the intensity of his concentration, not a muscle in his face flinches, and not a single emotion betrays his stoic exterior.