"Well, I love me a good nature documentary," Sunny opined in response to Winnifred in his usual soft-spoken way, scratching at the stubble on his cheek with a relaxed smile.  "'Fraid I ain't as big a movie buff as yourself, though.  Not even sure I can name my favorite film, come to think."

Anything more he'd been about to say was interrupted as more people began entering, whom he turned his head to regard while maintaining his honest smile.  First a girl who seemed equally dressed for a funeral as Sunny himself.  Upon spotting him, she seemed to become a bit skittish, which made him feel as if he'd offended her by his presence.  Making a mental note to himself to try extra hard to get along with her, he stayed peaceably quiet and simply watched the rest of the new hires of Sidereal Agency trickle in.  Or maybe not all new "hires"?  The woman dressed like a femme fatale was saying something about a business partnership...  Hm.  Interesting.

And last to arrive was their glorious leader-slash-new-boss!  Sunny gave Leonardo a solid nod as he entered and offered to pay for strawberry shortcake for any who desired it.

"I'll have a slice if you don't mind, Keith," he quietly uttered to the barista as an aside as Mimi took charge and proposed an icebreaker, which the boss-man agreed to.  It was nice to have a new co-worker who was so comfortable in their own skin like her or Henry, he mused, even if her words about herself suggested she could evidently change roles at the drop of a hat.  Most of the rest seemed like they were less than thrilled to be meeting so many new people at once.

Take Derald, for instance, who seemed to think Sunny Clearview was some kind of former cop.  The blond man couldn't help but let out a subdued chuckle at that.  Well, he wasn't that far off.  Once the self-proclaimed inferior mage had finished saying his piece, the bespectacled man jumped in and took his turn.

"Well, 'law enforcement' is technically off the mark, but you're in the right ballpark," he explained, his words managing to carry in spite of his reluctance to raise his voice.  "Pleasure to meet y'all.  The name's Sunny Clearview - and since Winnifred's already expressed her skepticism, yes, that's my real name from my very own birth certificate.  It's not somethin' I can talk about in great detail, since much of my work for the D-o-M was classified, but my most recent job was in special operations related to Mystics.

"I'm not really trained in Magecraft beyond Reinforcement, but I've got an Ivy League education in Political Science and Chemistry.  Latter should be useful for forensics work, and former should be useful because, let's face it, if there ends up bein' some kinda Mystic-related conspiracy, there's a good chance politicians are gonna be wrapped up in it somehow.  I was also born with Mystic Eyes of the Prana-Sight variety; they do about what you'd expect based on the name, but I tend to wear these Mystic Eye Killer glasses most of the time to avoid accidentally using 'em when it's not needed.

"And if you're thinkin' I'm gonna narc on ya 'cause I'm a former fed, no need to worry there, Brother," he said with a wink to Derald after a beat.  "Ain't no love lost between me and the government.  If I never see another member of the DoM ever again, I'll be a happy man."