As soon as she accepted the job, Charlie smiled and gave a slight nod of his head. “Welcome to Team XIV then, Miss Shaw. We are happy to have you.” As she wished, he continued on. “Time was of an issue because your acceptance of the job is a stay of execution.” He slowly stood from his seat on the table and walked over to the mirror of the room, just gazing at it as though it were a window. “You had exactly six minutes and fifty-three seconds to answer in or, regrettably, your now partner would have run out of time as per certain regulations that are in place. It would have been humane, of course, but regardless it was something we were hoping to avoid. He has been a great asset to this organization.”<br/><br/>Charlie reached down under the sill of the mirror and pushed a button below. The mirror sheen to the glass fell away and it turned into a transparent sheet of glass that looked into another room. The reason for their being no ventilation in the room, or much else for that reason, was because it wasn’t an interrogation room. It was an observation room. One that looked out into a rather bland looking open room with nothing more than a padded black foam on the floor, a few workout machines and, utilizing the punching bag quite fiercely, a single man.<br/><br/>The back rippled around each centered fist, and convulsed at the uppercut that took even the bag by surprise. A soft sheen of sweat had settled over the exposed and lightly tanned skin of his face and his arms and, where it wasn’t seen, there were a few darkened spots on his grey t-shirt. His brown hair wasn’t safe from the perspiration, halfway attached to his head but spiked out from the rapid movements. Overall, he looked like an average sized guy, probably in his twenties. But there was a noticeable tension to his posture. Even his brow stayed tensed, about to furrow, as he gazed about the room. His hands stilled the punching bag from swaying as he turned his head slightly to the side; he was obviously aware of being watched. The face itself though, while not devoid of the obvious tension, was surprisingly disarming in itself. Pale brown eyes just gazed back from a face that might have been one seen in passing on any given street. Where there was a handsome quality to sharp features, there was nothing about him that screamed abnormal. Quite on the contrary, everything about him, other than the strange stillness, seemed absolutely normal.<br/><br/>“That,” Charlie said as he watched the man behind the glass, “is Crisis. He is your partner and he is, as of three days ago, seven and a half years old.” That was always a bit of fun information that he liked to begin with, knowing that it made most normal human minds sort of stop and kink up. He always felt it was a good start to ensure their mind wasn’t stuck in ‘normal’ mode. Leaning forwards, he rested on his crossed arms as he watched the rather still male go back to what he was doing, which included abusing the poor defenseless punching bag. “Age works quite differently for them, obviously. Roughly speaking, he is the equivalent of a twenty-three to a twenty-seven year old. It’s rather hard to calculate it out, honestly and can vary from individual to individual.” He paused for a moment, letting Elisabeth observe him. “And that’s not what he really looks like, of course, but that will come a bit later.”<br/><br/>Charlie stood up and gently tapped the button under the glass again, fogging the window back up until it looked like a mirror again. “So, now that you’ve had a chance to see your new partner, Miss Shaw, I’d like to get you briefed up to some particulars and then you can actually meet him. Should take a few hours for you to have some small basic training and for his sedatives to kick all the way in, but it will be short either way. The meeting as well, though. It takes time to break him into meeting a new person. That being said, would you prefer to meet him tonight, or would you like to wait until tomorrow? I can understand if you’d like a break, as it has been a rather odd day for you I’d imagine.” He just stood there with that smile of his face, patiently awaiting Elisabeth’s decision; after all, the time sensitive part of the whole ordeal was over now. Thankfully.