Sara seemed mostly amused by the way she was acting, and Ken seemed smug as if he was in on some great secret that Elizabeth had not yet been privy to, and Charlie he, well…he didn’t exactly change at all but something about his personality instantly screamed that he didn’t change. Ever.<br/><br/>“Happy?” He nodded his head. “Well, Miss Shaw, I envy you then. I hadn’t pegged you for a stoic, though. Good philosophy, great founder.” Charlie continued to have that rather smooth and relaxed tone to him, not bothered by the way that she was being hostile. That was natural, of course. People always reacted poorly to these situations but, in the end, the result was normally the same. Disregarding everything else she said, he merely added “And you are quite welcome. We value our security here and, have no fear, you will be fully compensated for your time.” He took a moment, hands just folded on one leg as he perched on the edge of the table, watching her. Even though the man didn’t move, there was a sort of suggestion that his mind was moving, but there was also the sinking feeling that it was less of small ripples of thoughts but gigantic crashing waves that, if someone tried to comprehend, would crush their tiny minds completely. Finally, he softly smiled.<br/><br/>“Miss Shaw, I want assure you that you are not here out of ill will and that, at the end of this conversation, should you choose to return to what you were doing before- which I believe was buying groceries. Good choice, by the way. Not the healthiest but, you know, that really doesn’t matter much in the end, does it? But, like I was saying, you will happily be released back to your home and we will never intersect our paths again,” he said, holding his hands up to show that he was sincere. “You’ll be left clean and easy as that.” Letting this sink in for a moment, he finally continued. “Now, for why exactly you are here. That is somewhat complicated to explain in depth at the moment, but let’s just say that you were chosen from a very wide pool of candidates to fill a very specific position that we happen to have open within our organization at the moment. The pay is better than you’ll find, we offer surprisingly vast benefits and we even take quite a few international trips every year as the job calls for it.”<br/><br/>Charlie seemed to be rather open about what was going on while skirting around the details, a dance he had done many, many times before. “We are a relatively small team of rather unique individuals,” this caused a smirk from Sara, “who work to solve rather unique problems regarding a set of very…interesting parameters.” Ken gave a chuckle; he always liked how well phrased that part was, and Charlie smiled in a knowing response. “So, Miss Shaw, another question- and please hold your sarcasm for now, makes this go a bit quicker. Do you like fantasy stories? Movies even, really? Hell, even TV shows like…oh, you see those ghost hunting ones here and there. Any of those fit your fancy?”  He did need a starting point to go from, always trying to ease into this gently though few people ever allowed him to.<br/><br/>Normally, this was the point where people began becoming more hostile and annoyed, but there were those who didn’t. Some became curious and some became quiet which were Charlie’s personal favorite, but then again you never could judge a human from their first impressions. They were all so different and strange and odd at times. Sara, however, seemed to be watching the woman intently, waiting for something to happen that hinged on the woman’s answer.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He hated waiting. Absolutely abhorred it. Sure, there was nothing to do but uncertainty grated down to his very bones. Pacing was about the only way to get that out and make it stop. Make it go quiet and easy so he could listen. Hear if there was any word, but it was still silent. He had to do something, woozy or not. Gods he hated this place. Every part of it. Still, least he had a few things here. Wailing on the punching bag would work. Charlie had been specific on the current limitations he had and that was well within them. Yeah. He had to get some of the tension out. Waiting was just going to cause problems further down the line. Wait. Something. Was that something? No. Nothing. Air vent three halls down. Hated those things, too. Always hissing and changing the place. It was like a painter who just slapped random concoctions of paint against the same canvas over and over again until they all ran together in a chaotic blur where none of the colors were too strong nor left completely to themselves. Still, it was better than that ticking. Wasn’t just useless in the end. Glad they made it quiet. Still waiting. Gods he hated waiting. </span>