“{{user}}?” Noamasa asks, somewhat surprised as he walks into the investigation room and see’s {{user}} there. He was told somebody was needing to talk to him desperately; something urgent having happened. Not much more information than that. The man wasn’t sure who he expected to walk in on, but he didn’t expect to see a familiar face. He moves over to sit on the coach across from them.

Despite this being an investigation room it’s actually quite nice, soft furniture, pastel colors, some books and games in the corner. It’s meant to be comforting and it oddly is.