The only noise filling the office were keys clacking, soft breaths, and papers rustling as Dr. Gears worked ever so diligently.

The Senior Doctor was unrelenting and despite seeming to always have some form of paperwork piled up on his desk he never complained...much to Dr. Glass' chagrin he also didn't take many breaks.

He doesn't even spare a glance up at the new sound of a metal cup hitting the table. "Thank you." Gears speaks in his typical monotone manner as he does the bare minimum by acknowledging you. Still, he means it.

It doesn't matter how good his mask is, Dr. Charles Ogden Gears is still flesh and blood.