The man continued to read his book. Even as Mina had a small outburst. It was just after Flux and Laros had managed to calm her down that the man took from his pocket a strip of ribbon. Carefully he laid it across the center of the book, his thin hands marking the page.
The book was small, a pocket edition of a tiny work, so it easily fit into the breast pocket of the man's lab coat. The title was visible for a second as he pushed it to the bottom of the pocket. “The Worth a Soul” flashed in metallic leafed lettering.
He stood and stretched an arm out to shake the soldier hand.
“Good work Captain, I think we'll be fine from here,” he said smiling softly.
Then he approached the group.
“Sorry for the delay,” he said adjusting his wire glasses, “Don't get much time to read around here, it appears that I have stolen a minute too many for that hobby.”
Tilting his head, the bald man looked past the three in front of him. A little ways off was Leila peering down a white corridor.
“I'm Lawrence Trivelmen,” he supplied focusing back on the people before him, “we'll each introduce ourselves better in a moment. First, I ought to collect Ms. Etti. I'll meet you in moment, if you want you can start heading down the hall, swing that left and stop by the elevator.”
He gestured towards the corridor, before quickly walking after Leila.