Nathan nodded at Daniel, and was about to head over to Charlie, when Hannah suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. Perking an eyebrow, Nathan went over to her to see what she was laughing about. Seeing the line of text, Nathan sighed and quietly cursed the intern for her lack of self-control.<span style="color: #0080BF">"Very funny, Hannah. Positively hillarious. If you have the time to laugh at an unfortunate typo - and the doc gave off a vibe that makes me suggest the typo is actually correct - maybe you ought to spend it actually correcting it, hm? Remember, if the column is flawed, the subject might get angry. And he lives in New York, you know."</span>On that comment, Nathan headed upstairs. He just stepped into the elevator a single second too early to notice the large man entering the front door.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Dr. Andrews, having finished his burger and made doubly sure there were no bits of said burger stuck to his face or tailored suit, stepped through the front door of SuperVillain Weekly's New York office. He hadn't set foot in the states for near a decade and a half, but a photograph of him was hanging over the wall. Granted, he was wearing a lab coat and goggles, but he was still the same man. He walked up to the reception, and saw Hannah recovering from her hysteria. He scoffed, and addressed David.<span style="color: #8040BF">"Is this scene one that greets everyone who walks through those doors?"</span>His voice was loud and soft at the same time, his facial expression a mix of mild annoyance and bloodlusty rage. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.