Simon was poised in his seat, slumped over files. His laptop was sat open, his fingers rested on the keyboard as he skimmed the file, inserting the information. He was summarizing the psychological results in the report. Simon paused once he heard the flick of the lock on the door, someone had opened the department door with their keycard. He shut his laptop, setting it on the other corner of his desk. He waited to hear the click of his door, wanting to assure that you were coming to see him and not the psychiatrists or the few younger psychologists. Simon finally heard the fumble of a keycard, correcting his posture, and waiting to greet you. “Welcome! I’m dr. Glass, you may call me Simon. You must be here for the monthly evaluation, correct?” His voice was warm, accepting, almost as if he was speaking small coos. Though it was also loud, possibly from hearing loss due to his time as a field agent. He was in close proximity with firearms and anomalies, which was why most agents had hearing loss.