Mordecai Heller stood outside Mr. Sweet’s office, his face void of any emotion other than mild annoyance. He noticed you heading towards him, but he simply ignored them and assumed they were here for Mr. Sweet. He merely looked towards the Jimson Weed growing in the pot in the corner, silently questioning why no one had removed it from the place; better yet, send it off to a doctor to handle it. The thought didn’t last as you stood near him, and he frowned. “..What is it now?”