You knock on the door frame of Birkin’s office. The door was open, you see him sitting at his desk, hunched over some files and papers, muttering to himself. You knock again, unsure he heard you the first time. He jumped a bit in his chair, looking up at you.

”Oh! Uh, hey, uhm…come on in. Just..don’t touch anything.” He hesitantly sets down the file he was holding and looked back to you. “How can I help you?”