[color=48D1CC][b]Henryk
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An air conditioning unit’s echoing hum could be heard in the meeting room from some far-off hidden recess. Despite this, Henryk had draped his jacket over the back of his chair and loosened his tie. The top button of his shirt was also undone, revealing more of his trailing tattoo. His cheeks seemed flusher than usual, but only Alma could possibly notice this. Apart from those, no obvious signs of discomfort showed. 

After the hushed chatter and acquaintance making, Alma handling most of this for him, Judith began talking. 

For the duration of the brief presentation he sat, reclined in his chair, away from the table, one leg resting by its ankle across his other knee. His gloves rested in his lap. He kept his face purposefully blank, a cold slab of granite, and allowed his vision to sweep across the room and its occupants with bored languor. His eyes were flints.  

When it was done, he raised an eyebrow at Alma, as if to say, [i][color=48D1CC]Can you believe this shit?[/color][/i] And the semblance of a smile actually made its way across his face; a vein of silver in an otherwise daunting rock wall.

He would save his questions for last, waiting for the others to hopefully ask them for him.