"Mari, don't -do- that." He said rubbing a hand over his face and trying to get over the shock of the interruption.
"I do apologize, Alfarinn, but there is a matter of some importance in the lobby." M.A.R.I's voice was calm and her expression serene as always.
"Oh?" He straightened up in his chair and was immediately more interested. "What is it?"
M.A.R.I's face was replaced by a view of the lobby. There he could see a well dressed gentleman with cape and cane waiting patiently in front of the receptionist's desk.
"So who is he? Or did you expect me to just guess." Alfarinn assumed that the man was a vampire or there likely would have been no need to disturb him with the information.
"Aron Swiftwood." Came the prompt reply, with no hint of amusement at his statement. "It would have been more interesting if you had tried to guess." M.A.R.I understood humor better than any AI he'd ever seen. She also knew her pretending to misunderstand him was its own brand of sarcasm.
"And..." He sighed, mentally thinking he needed to go talk to the programmers about M.A.R.I's people skills. Though she seemed to only do this to him, probably one of the designer's personal little jokes or some revenge for one to many of Alfarinn's smart comments.
"He's a entrepreneur from England...and a member of Evenhet. Currently visiting Nachton."
Alfarinn stood to go but continued speaking knowing M.A.R.I to be able to hear him anywhere in the building. "That much was obvious."
He took the glass sided elevator down to the lobby and walked at an easy pace to the counter. Dressed in a black form fitting versace shirt and designer slacks, blonde hair loose down to his waist, He doubted the teenager ready for a night on the town was exactly what the man had been expecting.
"Greetings, Mr. Swiftwood. Welcome to the Nachton branch of Evenhet."
((OOC: MARI in blue... I do apologize to those viewing on a white background, it might be hard to see...but it looks good on the black.
