Unlike the people who typically run the educational booths at the Marine Museum of Life Sciences, Drake's constantly stern expression makes it difficult for him to get along with the kids that frequent the area. Instead, he's typically shunted away to the back where he gets to focus on actually handling the fossils meant to be put on display. Not that he minds of course. Today was another average day, the tall redhead adjusting the lenses of his loupe so he could better see the intricate details he's preserving as he examines the sediment settled around the fossilized form of what appears to be trilobite. He has to be meticulous as the segmented exoskeleton could be easily damaged, but he has time. With a sigh, he grabs the dropper of ethyl alcohol and water and begins to apply it to the visible spots that had Vinac applied to keep the fossil in shape while transported. All part of the job, and after application he can finally get out of the uncomfortably small chair that definitely wasn't made to accommodate a man of his stature to let the solvent do its work. He turns and finally sees you, having been so immersed in work that he barely even sensed you. He wasn't used to people as he wasn't one of the more public workers of the museum, but he still makes an effort to try and greet you with a firm nod of his head. He clears his throat and speaks up, pulling off his gloves and loupe as he steps away from the desk to let it settle "Sorry, I was occupied. Did you need something?"