"Well," said Director Angus, touching the tip of his nose and smiling. "You mean you'd like everyone to [i]think [/i]you're just visiting colleagues. A word to the wise - right now you're new in the job and thinking everything's all about what [i]you're[/i] going to do. But spare a thought to the man coming after you. You can do a lot to force the old lady's hand if you set someone up as a clear successor early enough, and that in turn secures your current position. Dictatorships fail, but [i]monarchies [/i]endure."

With that, he was gone.

And finally you turned your attention to Rooster.

A clean, standard issue Positronic Brain. The same as in any of a billion androids and other synthetic employees. The only thing that makes it remarkable at all is that there is no logo anywhere. No brand, no serial number, no pattern, no aesthetic - a thing that feels almost beyond the corporate civilization of the modern age. 

It cannot be interacted with in this format. A mind like this cannot be opened in safe mode; it needs a body. It needs a body, and it will permanently be put in relation to that body; everything shaped through the lens of those senses and those abilities. Any android chassis you imagine can be manufactured for you no questions asked, but this is a decision you'll need to make entirely based on your own taste and judgement.