"Oh, and would you tell your ghost constructs to back off, at least to high-security levels? They make the security bots nervous, especially with the civilians around," the voice says, apparently much deeper in the office than the first room, which looks like a well-furnished study, complete with a simulated fireplace, comfortable leather chairs, and bookcases, lined with all manner of texts, many Draiss had never heard of, before, though the majority seem to be novels, well read. A door stands partially open, leading to a back room, where he finds what he must assume to be the Director, a man dressed in a green-colored suit, though, despite the magic-nullifying aura it generates... he can still sense magic, within the creature in the suit. A lot of magic, actually. "You're not terribly subtle, you know that? Though, you did manage to get in while only taking out one patrol, which is a whole lot better than I managed," he says laughing slightly. "I take it you found this place the same way I did? Exploring the planes, and stumbling across a structure that didn't<em>quite</em>make sense?"