Teleporting was convenient, sure. One of the few drawbacks to it, though, was that it didn't allow for time to think while on the way to the destination.

It wasn't until Tristan walked through the door and into the Master General's office that he realized he was arriving as a long-time Internal Affairs Investigator, not an Agent for Lady Fairfax. There were certain things he could say, and he had most certainly not prepared for this.

It was a good thing that Ether was there to help reign in his thoughts and make him take a breath to stop looking like a Deerling-in-the-headlights. [color=bc8dbf]"Master General."[/color] He said with a nod of the head. [color=bc8dbf]"Mr. Johnson."[/color] He continued with another nod.

He chose not to sit down. Not yet, at least. He'd move closer to the desk, standing so he would make a more equal triangle with the other two. He couldn't help but roll his eyes once he finally realized that Forrest was shirtless.

In the Master General's Office!

[color=bc8dbf]"Like... can we calm down? It's not like there isn't air conditioning in here."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Why are you complaining?"[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"Bitch, shut up."[/color]

Ether just chuckled as Tristan did his best to contain himself.

[color=bc8dbf]"Sir, I was hoping I might be read into what you have on Jonton."[/color] Tristan finally managed to request. [color=bc8dbf]"I met with Mr. Johnson at the Wharf just looking into a lead. I didn't actually believe him when he said he was here for Jonton himself. I mean, I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it.

And, Sir, if I may... you should have seen it."[/color]

He'd pause for a moment before putting on something of a show. [color=bc8dbf]"Of course, if you'd rather me go through the proper chain of command..."[/color]