"Spengler,  Varla," she spoke plainly, as if filling out a survey.  Rattling on as she normally did, Varla went straight to appropriating what she presumed to be her desk.  "I heard that someone was willing to put funding into the Ghostbusters again and I decided I'd take advantage of the situation by offering my considerable services in the areas of natural and supernatural sciences.  I'm sure you will find that turning me down will result in the summary failure of the operation here due to a distinct lack of expertise in the aforementioned subjects as well as the development, usage, and management of the proprietary equipment necessary for providing the services for which the institution was created and subsequently renowned."<br/><br/>Varla looked up when Richard came into view.  She hadn't seen him in years.  He looked good.<br/><br/>Adjusting her glasses, she attempted a smile.  "Hello, Richard."