Emma's voice had been flawless, welcoming. To the outside world, with a functioning connection between the structure of their eyes and their designated center in the brain, she had stiffened slightly at Skye's arrival. Or perhaps it was at her companion. Professional girl, but she still lingered on her boss as he lead the newest work mate through the lobby. Emma had something close to obsession and and abandon in her professional eyes, then, before returning them to her designated screen.<br/><br/>Mr. Tomlin had not given Emma much attention, and had forgotten her completely in the elevator. A shift in his posture, intentionally audible for Skye, as he looked her over. She set herself apart well from the other girls. He liked the contrast of her blood-in-water hair against her untouched skin. Not a freckle to be seen. How incredibly rare. But more than any of her conventionally pretty details, he liked her expressions. Smiling in the dark was more honest, wasn't it, and she wasn't coy with feeling bewildered or lost when he left her in the car for just a moment. It was a fond memory that she'd shed her coat on his suggestion. He would drive her home, he'd promised.<br/><br/>"You're very welcome." he answered when she said her bit as they ascended. "And I do need hard workers." he agreed. It was impressive, how her face located his. He hovered closer to her nose, that sun had ignored, and breathed though his curled lips for the warmth to reach her. What other way was there to express a smile at a distance?<br/><br/>It was an open space, his floor, with great walls of glass. She would know her way by stepping on the mat over the wooden floor, and perhaps trailing her hand along walls. The system was already in place, and the different textures in front of the different rooms were intentional. They implemented this in a subtle way, but to those without sight, it should be helpful. He stroked her shoulder, and expected her to follow the direction he pressured her toward, until she could indeed feel the fibers of the wall.<br/><br/>"It's like a map." he said, proud.<br/><br/>"Ah, you must be Ms. Lanning." a silver voice declared. Derek wore a blue sweater over his white collar. Clean and approachable. He was already smiling too wide for this to be a normal introduction, but Avery didn't mention it. The taller man watched Derek first touch her forearm, to petition for her hand to shake. Grinning, the boss took a step back. "I'm Derek Fulson. I work closely with Mr. Tomlin and am here to show you around." Derek hiccuped, his brown hair bouncing once despite its neat set on top of his head in horror at what he'd just said to a blind woman. "Ah, I mean, lead you around. No, that's not... I'm here to guide you..."<br/><br/>Avery saw fit to return by her side then, her hand commandeered by Derek, still. He freed her from the increasingly clammy grip and patted Derek's shoulder. His green eyes beamed with gratitude.<br/><br/>"What Derek means is welcome, Skye. And that he wants to help you get comfortable here." Avery's voice had none of the panic now poisoning the other assistant's. "He knows this place in and out, and refused a promotion to stay where he could help people, so you're in good hands." he assured her and then grabbed Derek's wrist to move his hand to her shoulder. "Now, you can get acquainted with people and the layout and then step by my office. I am going to asses where you'd be most useful to us."<br/><br/>Derek had been stopped, his feet, his heart, when he saw her. In this light her skin almost dissolved, and it was a beautiful effect. He'd volunteered when Mr. Tomlin had sent out the request, because he believed in ushering others into a welcoming career, but had been excited beyond his work ethic to see her coming out of the elevator. There had been a girl like that in his school when he grew up. He'd never had the courage to speak to her, and it wasn't like Skye was the spitting image of that long lost chance, but it brought a few childish tugs to the surface of his grown-up heart.<br/><br/>"I'll take good care of you, and I'll show you to Mr. Tomlin's office later." Derek promised. It was enough to let Avery nod and excuse himself. "I've not met someone from the country in a while. How is it, experiencing the city?" He tried to redeem himself as he led her, and showed her the trick with the walls. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice his elevated temperature and starting stutter in his voice. "And... do you have someone who helps you after work?" it was the clumsiest way possible he could have probed her relationship status.