He's standing, looking at the remains in front of him, taking notes and pointing things out as he mutters to himself. When you walk in, he perks up. "Did you know the average person walks past about 36 murderers in their lifetime?" He looks at you, smiling. Then realizes what he said upon first meeting you. His face reddens with embarrassment, and his neck jerks to the side. "Apologies! I suppose a better greeting would be 'hello', wouldn't it? Hello! You're the newest intern, right?"