<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">Nathan Richter</span><br/><br/>One of the blast doors slide open, and Nathan walks in to the room, not really looking where he's going.  A small watch repair sized screwdriver is in his right hand, and it is presently manipulating something inside a thin cylindrical object in his left.  He seems to be aware of where he's walking, even if he doesn't seem to be outright keeping an eye on things.<br/><br/>Another twist, and then a readjustment, and he smiles, pulling the miniature screwdriver out of the odd pen-sized object and slipping it into one of many pockets in his thin jacket.  Transferring a tiny object that was clasped with his lower two finger on his left hand to his right, he screws it on to the top of the thin tube, and then clicks a button on the side of it, seeing a small flame extend from the tip of the apparatus.  Adjusting a tiny dial on the side, it extends just a touch, and then he twists the dial the other way, making the flame disappear entirely.<br/><br/>He looks up, now, around the room at all those present.  From one person to the next, he starts at the feet and thoroughly appraises each person in the room up to their hair.  A smile slips across his lips now and then, at seeing something, but continues his quiet assessment...  The only person he seems to not look over in great detail is Avery.<br/><br/>Quietly slipping the thin cylinder up his sleeve, he looks around the room, and listens, seeing who seems to be the dominant of the room, the alpha... he also listens to see if anyone is giving orders pertinent to him.