David didn't give the rest of the people in the lobby any ...social glances or advances, still breaking in the new body he felt slightly awkward in. The morning still an achy blur as he got up early for this meeting with the type of hangover he was unfamiliar with. Having spent that night drinking and enjoying the night life of Locus as much as a tame man like he could. Patiently he waited in the lobby nursing water to try and stave off the dulled pain of his body (literally) nagging him about dehydration. Both clear in the mild headache and his biometric displays. 

Once they had been called in, David put his glass onto a seat's end table and joined the others in the office proper, waddling on his two taloned legs and once again sitting awkwardly in a seat more made for upright morphs, waiting for the sale's pitch. 

[i]"Doctor David Bennett, bio and genetic researcher. I actually have a few questions... Why us? Normally stack recovery is a job for more combat-ready and armed people, or at least those with medical inclination- Oh..."[/i] the stupidity of such a statement dawning on him, slapping his face with a winged hand. [i]"Right, I'm sorry, what I mean is. What do you expect of us? Are any of us known for our investigative careers, or hired gun backgrounds? Or did you just want R-net based help for an R-net based problem? and I guess ...Where on Locus was she last seen? This is a BIG hab..."[/i]