<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Cassian Gravewood</span></span></div><br/><br/>Cassian spoke from his desk, not bothering to look up at Silverman as he addressed the older man, "You should have told us you had recruited a new addition, if that is indeed the case. Particularly as most of us are armed, this isn't precisely the safest of neighborhoods, and most of us are not the definition of trusting." He eyed the lone female of the group, the first time he had looked up from examining his kit, and added, "That aside, I believe Benton was unnerved by his sudden arrival." Mentioning that he had ensured his own firearm within easy reach was unnecessary.<br/><br/>He wondered briefly if she would take offense to him highlighting her discomfort. The doctor decided that if she did, he would apologize- he wasn't attempting to be rude, but he thought that since she was Silverman's apprentice for lack of a better word, it would have more impact.<br/><br/>Cassian closed the case he kept his kit in, turning to sit in his chair as he finally looked at Silverman. "I'll choose to assume the fact you are so comfortable with the stranger's being here to mean that he was, in fact, invited by you as opposed to somehow stumbling into the meeting and also knowing the name of the group," He stated, voice nearly monotone. He folded his hands, tilting his head at the de facto leader of the organization. "So, what is it that you have for us?"