Rhys spun his wheelchair around at the sound of the door opening, and immediately he fought the urge to scowl. Murphy had placed a recruitment advert for a bodyguard, or at least someone to act as the muscle of the group, if he wasn't wrong, and the man who stood in the doorway absolutely did not look the part. A string bean of a person, Rhys could not see him protecting anyone from anything, let alone the supernatural. He was well aware that as a Singaporean, this new person had served in the army, but then again, the Singaporean Armed Forces took in almost everyone who wasn't dying or crippled.

For a moment, Rhys wondered if he should give a few words of welcome, or derision, but then decided to hold his tongue. He wanted to see how this new person would react to his new colleagues. In his experience, Rhys knew that that alone could tell him plenty about a person, or it could very well chase them away. He rolled himself towards away from his laptop and reclined in his seat, eager to see the scene unfold in front of him.

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Fletcher didn't know what to think. The office looked sparse, far sparser than he had expected. A few chairs here, a recliner there and a cluster of cubicles, that was all there was. He supposed that the commotion earlier had been them trying to pretty up the office, but he honestly didn't think that they achieved much. In fact, it served to only accentuate the bareness of the office, with the bright balloons contrasting heavily with the plain walls and drab furniture. 

Well, he had seen a lot worse.

As always, Fletcher did a quick scan over the people in the room. It was a habit that he had gained during his time in the army, and one which would probably be very difficult to kick. The Caucasian in the wheelchair caught his attention for a moment longer than Fletcher would have liked, but he quickly shifted his attention to the wall behind him before it became noticeable. It was another skill he had acquired in the army, the art of looking, but not looking. To observe a person while appearing completely distracted by something else.

Two of the ladies looked rather normal, as far as Fletcher was concerned, and it was the last one that really stuck out to him. With her pink hair and oversized sweater, she certainly had a unique look to her. She seemed quite surprised that Fletcher was on time, and honestly speaking, so was he. Perhaps it was a relic of the 'punctual is late, early is punctual' mindset his sergeant had drilled into his brain during basic training, but Fletcher never felt as if he was running on time.

He stepped into the office, shutting the door behind him and offering everyone a small smile and wave. "Morning," He said, completing the earlier greeting which he had cut short. Looking around, he took one of the chairs and sat down. He cleared his throat, then introduced himself, even though he was pretty sure that they knew who he was already. "I'm Fletcher," He said, then realized that he had no idea how to continue. Perhaps he should have just kept quiet.