The man, Mr. Johnson, glanced up from reading something on a sheet of electronic paper - a rather old-school method of utilizing AR overlays - a brow raised over glasses.  He glanced at her, then Athena beside her, and then Ubon after that, who looked like he desperately wanted to grin and wave, but was behaving quite nicely.  He eventually folded the paper up into a triangular shape, tucked it into his suit, and hopped off of the chair, walking - not waddling as some assume of dwarves - his way over to her, not bothering to bow, instead shaking her hand.<br/><br/>"Right, Hemingway?  Johnson, and yes, that<em>is</em>my name." he said, huffing a bit, speaking in Americanized English "Assistant Director of the Special R&D Department here.  Now shake my hand dammit."<br/><br/>Once that was said and done, he walked over to Ubon - skipping past Athena entirely - shook his hand then, and then moved back to Athena, letting out a laugh, then shaking her hand with a far,<em>far</em>firmer grip.<br/><br/>"Miss Morris... should have known!" he said, clearly happy to see her "You know those last weapon specs and test-firings you did were<em>phenomenal</em>, and the weapons do fill a rather valuable niche in the covert armaments field, not to mention their use in open warfare and ops as well.  Am I to assume you selected such weapons for your own personal armament as you ensure my safety if all the should-bes, could-bes, and might-bes come to play?"<br/><br/>"Sir, listen to Miss Hemingway please." she said, stern and looking at him with her normal gaze.<br/><br/>"Oh, right, 'on the job' and all that..." he mutters, chuckles, then moves back to 'Hemingway' "No questions, and I know the drill: I listen to you, get down when you tell me, get in the car when you tell me, get behind cover when bullets fly, one of you comes with me to the bathroom, I follow you when the shit hits the fan, is there anything I<em>didn't</em>hit?"