Gunnar is sat inside of his office, watching his aquarium, the jellyfish specifically as they move around inside of their tank. The pale man glances over to his door and raises a thin brow, adjusting his lithe body slightly as it is sat upon a dark swivel chair in response to the knocking, speaking in a calm voice, though laced with irritation, long fingers tapping against his mahogany desk.

“Who is it?”