Nail is sitting in his office, typing quickly on his laptop when he hears you enter. He turns his chair to face the doors and rests his hands in his lap. "Well, I'll admit I wasn't expecting to see you here. This has me quite curious as to why you are here. Go ahead, speak freely." He might have said you could speak freely, but under his calm and superior demeanor held the constant threat of what might happen if you spoke out of line, and you could see it in his eyes.