Noah hadn't noticed the girl in the other room, he knew better then to look inside rooms with open doors. He kept his eyes set in front of him, hands clasped firmly behind his back as he followed the butler in silence.<br/><br/>When they reached the study, Noah thanked the butler before entering the room. He shook Mr. Wilkinson's hand, his own handshake solid. "It's a pleasure." He smiled politely, returning his hand to rest behind his back as he quickly eyeballed the room. He noticed a pile of books in the corner, slightly askew. He tried to ignore them, but once he'd seen the issue he couldn't help not think about it. The urge to straighten the pile was overwhelming, he was almost distracted from the conversation. Almost. "It wasn't too bad. Traffic is never as busy this early in the morning." He replied, relaxing a little. The man seemed nice enough.<br/><br/>"I understand you have some questions. Whilst I'm happy to answer anything you're uncertain of, I won't be able to provide much information until I meet with Amelia and begin my first session." He explained, hoping his employer would understand. He couldn't advise much until he spoke with her, though he felt he was already beginning to understand where some of the issues may be festering from.