Seeing the young aviator stroll inside took Albert out of his daydream. After the man punched in he squinted his eyes trying to remember his name. Seeing him punch in and sit down to comb his hair made Albert slightly annoyed, "Are you combing your hair on [i]company time[/i]?" He said in a slightly low and nasally voice. 

He should know by now that you did that [i]before[/i] work. Albert combed his few precious strands of hair impeccably every morning.