Christine tutted indignatly at the tease, but a last look showed a rather amused smile on her face as she bent back to her papers... perhaps a little more than amused, as a flush covered her cheeks, her usual response.<br/><br/>The coordinators office was well appointed, with a large desk, a wall of books, and another wall of filling cabinets. The man himself was vigorously rubbing at his face, over at the small sink in the corner, his formal suit buttoned up carefully as always. Clearing his throat, he finished rinsing his face off and returned to his desk, pushing a file over to Eliza as he settled into his chair.<br/><br/>Something was slightly odd, however. His militaristically short hair was slightly ruffed and indented, as if he'd been wearing some kind of hat, or cap... odd as he was usually scrupulously neat. There was also a vague scent of... perfume? Perhaps one of the other agents had been in earlier. His briefcase, usually tucked neatly away behind the filing cabinets, was sitting closed on the floor next to his desk, the clasps undone.<br/><br/>The file was filled with clinical pictures of dead mutants. The accompanying sheets, woefully short on infomation, were simply times and dates of the discoveries, and the state of the bodies. Always the same... cause of death severe exhaustion, and signs of sexual penetration. All of the bodies were naked.<br/><br/>Letting her read the file in silence, the man rose to his feet and left through the door behind her. A low murmur rose as he entered into a discussion with the secretary, leaving Eliza alone in the office.