The researcher was glad that the investigator would release Eric into her custody. The short brunette seemed to almost beam a growing excitement across her face. Her goggles had an oily iridescent refraction of light, making it hard to see the color of her sharp eyes. In one hand she held a radio, and in the other a clip-board with various notes that read as chicken scratch to anyone else. She would adjust her rubber gloves and hold out a hand toward Eric. 

"You can call me, Citri."
She would try to lightly shake Eric's hand.
An extremely gentle one, as if she was afraid that the hand may dissolve if jostled too much.

"You two, get to see something really cool. Well, maybe not [i]aliens[/i], cool. But still pretty cool."
Citri emphasized and would be quick to start walking down the halls. This building was mostly offices, and a couple of interrogation rooms. Citri walked her way to exit the building, and head to a hangar next door. It was clear she expected the two to follow after her, and the occasional blip of radio chatter going off.


[hider=Quiet Radio Chatter]
"150 Lumens."
[/hider]

[color=f01a89]"It seems, they can."[/color]
Ivor, the soldier had yet to introduce himself yet.
He looked, awkward at this time. His eyes swept down the hallways, and then up above as if to inspect the area for any changes.

[color=f01a89]"Watch your step, the door is low."[/color]
Probably influenced by Citri, the soldier would half-cock their hand out for a handshake as well.
Only to play it off as a different gesture in uncertainty.