He did not turn to look at her as his new assistant entered and offered a kindly apology. Turning around in a none threatening, yet none welcoming way. He walked toward her, but abruptly went past her as if she had not existed. Opening the door a small tad. He peeked out, then left the door open, only enough to be able to look out if he needed to. "There is no need to be sorry, you are here early... I respect that, yet I would prefer if you just came on time," He murmured. "I have it at that time associated with your arrival for a reason... you know-" he stopped short. "Wait, no... I suppose you did not know that." His tone slightly apologetic, he turned around with a small smile. The kind he gave her in the usual circumstances of there abruptly short encounters. "For future reference, you may call me Mr. Red" He started. "You may take out the Mr, and call me just... Red, if you feel it due appropriate enough," he said humorously. As though there was an unseen joke behind it. He sighed softly, then his expression hardened.<br/><br/>Walking up to his new associate he look down at her with his deep set abnormally blue calculating eyes. As if they were not his real eye color. His eyes could be spotted out as a pair trained to search for things emotionally and out of place physically. Mr. Red was a tall man, standing near close to 6"4 in height. His face neatly chiseled with the remnants of a five O'clock shadow peeking through his jaw line and above his lip. His hair reached down to his jowl along the sides of his head and the back of his head. Also just covering his eyes enough that he needed to force it out of the may every now and then. The right side of his mouth seemed to quirk down just at the edge. Currently. Mr Red was wearing black plated slacks and a black polo shirt as though he were going to a dinner. His black trench coat reached down to his ankles. His coat opened at the front. Reveling a broad chest and curved muscular abdomen. He was by no means a body builder. But he was active in some hobby or such that involved being fit and in shape. Finally, he wore a pair of black boots. Recently cleaned so that they shone so well you could see yourself in them.<br/><br/>He looked down at his new assistant. A question in his eyes. "All is I want to ask is this, how come you accepted a job and arrive here without making sure... you new my name first, I mean, you do not know who I am." He said calmly. "I could be a hustler, a criminal.... even a killer, are you desperate for a job that much" he asked. "Let me guess... your skills did not qualify for anything much better than being an assistant... why did you not have a job in the first place- oh- oh... I can see it all over you face and body language, I just hope you did not give him what he "Wanted" before you were fired... did you?" he asked.