Wait. Are you kidding? Your books are famous. The movies based on your books are famous! If you walked back? People would clamour for your next book. Though, uh, you may not like the movies. They take some liberties.
[ Arish sighs when Ripley takes her leave. Jonsey, however, makes himself comfortable on the floor. ] Ripley isn't fond of being left in the dark. I could get her clearance easily, but, working with a higher up more than being an ally in arms. Something about a fall out where she comes from. Though, she's not really open about discussing it either. She'll come around.
Feel free to take a look around. If a place is sealed off? There's a reason. Rangers outside will be able to tell you why.
[ The small flight of stairs leads to another, but before that, a set of double doors. The gold letters above the door label BOARD ROOM.
Another brush to his mind for him to enter. The geometric light pattern of Polaris can be seen if he knows how to look at it. Otherwise, he will just simply feel the tug he should know all too well to go inside.
There he will find the woman of his search. She faces the door, hands on the table, staring down at the mess of papers in front of her. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun with strands everywhere. A dress shirt and slacks, jacket thrown over the side of one of the chairs.
no subject
[ Arish sighs when Ripley takes her leave. Jonsey, however, makes himself comfortable on the floor. ] Ripley isn't fond of being left in the dark. I could get her clearance easily, but, working with a higher up more than being an ally in arms. Something about a fall out where she comes from. Though, she's not really open about discussing it either. She'll come around.
Feel free to take a look around. If a place is sealed off? There's a reason. Rangers outside will be able to tell you why.
[ The small flight of stairs leads to another, but before that, a set of double doors. The gold letters above the door label BOARD ROOM.
Another brush to his mind for him to enter. The geometric light pattern of Polaris can be seen if he knows how to look at it. Otherwise, he will just simply feel the tug he should know all too well to go inside.
There he will find the woman of his search. She faces the door, hands on the table, staring down at the mess of papers in front of her. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun with strands everywhere. A dress shirt and slacks, jacket thrown over the side of one of the chairs.
The Director of the Federal Bureau of Control. ]