Girded for the strangeness you feel must be right around the corner, you march back into the lobby of VRS and are startled to see that Henry Case is still there, still standing near the reception desk and watching as you enter -- as though he hadn't moved at all while you were gone.  Though this catches you off-guard -- and makes your stomach wobble a little bit -- you don't show it one bit, smiling now with renewed purpose.  The conversation with your old friend, however odd it may have been in parts, has reoriented you and given you new determination.<br/><br/>Case smiles at you warily, in an odd contrast with his natural charm -- which you can also sense -- and invites you in through the door that you know leads out into the main interior hall that runs the length of this side of the building.  You realize in seconds that he is leading you straight into his office, and after you enter, he closes the door softly behind you and moves to sit behind his desk, clasping his hands serenely before him on his polished cherry wood desk.<br/><br/>For a moment, the silence begins to stretch uncomfortably.  Case is smiling somewhat stiffly and looking at you, the pads of his fingers softly tapping together, as though he is waiting for you to say something.  Then suddenly, his face animates into a more comfortable grin and he whistles softly.  "What a day this is shaping up to be, hm?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A.  Play it cool -- match his small talk with small talk, let him guide the conversation for now.<br/><br/>B.  Go straight for an important question of your choosing.<br/>