In truth, Uly could not fault the technician for the slight faults in the technology. She’d likely given the presentation to hundreds of the general public and other corporate interests who had minimal knowledge of the actual gruntwork that went on inside the walls of the laboratory. What financial investor cared that the accuracy range of the spectrometer was off by a tenth of a degree? It was more important that the presentation highlight the diversity of the laboratory as well as its capacity for specialized study. Uly had been thoroughly impressed, even before the well-dressed man with wind-swept hair, stubble and cloudy blue eyes came and brought attention to those errors.
Uly couldn’t help herself, she was only human after all… and a human who hadn’t gotten some in nearly two decades. She’d always had a soft spot for chiseled beauty, especially those that weren’t aware of it. Good looks could quickly turn sour if the person in question was aware of those good looks… but she got the feeling that this particular gentleman was aware, however didn’t flaunt his appearance. Her eyes caught the golden band adorning his finger a moment later, causing her heart to break a little, if only over a flight of fantasy. Shame.
His correction of the technician’s blunder made Uly smile slightly. ‘Not just a figurehead director, then. The man knows his stuff.’ She thought idly, hands dropping into her pockets as she studied the man a few moments longer as he introduced himself. Indigo… She’d heard the name before but she couldn’t put her finger on where. For the moment, she ignored it.
“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vale.” Uly said politely, clasping her hands in front of her hips in a way she hoped made her look nervous. Being around men of power required a certain appearance of vulnerability, lest they suspect something. “Will you… be taking the remainder of the tour?” She inquired hopefully. In truth, she was already satisfied with the technology on display… but she’d love to learn more about the man behind it all. She, alas, had not heard much about the enigmatic director of GFP.
Good help was never hard to find, but training them took patience. Indigo didn't have issue an verbal warning - his eyes flashed a quick expression at the original guide and that was enough. With the constantly changing work at the hands of GFP, there was no need to waste his breath. Since the usurpation of power in GFP, Indigo had changed the standard of the company - people would rise to the exception so long as they were attainable. However, it seemed he needed to spend time to perfect the protocol for tours at their facility.
Indigo never favored the idea of tours in the laboratories. They were places meant for research, for work. Though he had a heavy hand, he was not irrational enough to ignore the majority vote. Though, as it stands, he would need to have a word with their tour department on the standards of the tours given. Currently, he wasn't impressed.
Indigo nodded at the woman's greeting. Indigo looked over to the tour guide once more before he looked back as her question came out. As Indigo had never been one to subject himself to unscheduled social interactions (he'd left that up to his younger siblings), he took a moment to decide on how he should answer. On one hand, he had research he wanted to cross check with his own personal accords but on the other, something about this woman wasn't simply just the appearance she was portraying. Suspicions were risen, but Indigo maintained the calm, collected exterior he always did.
"I don't think there's much left of your tour," Indigo started off. He nodded and said, "But I would be happy to answer any questions that you have." There were different roles to play, especially as the Director. GFP hadn't always held the lighter role that he helped them acquire. "So long as you don't ask about the dungeon in the basement," he said so flatly that it almost sounded believable. Except, it was.
As expected of a corporation that specialized in all things beyond human, there were secrets hidden beneath the surface. The organization toed a fine line - with the wrong thing said, done or recorded, they could be just as hated as S.H.O.T. Luckily, most people know them specifically for caring for beings beyond the common man. It made the materials and people that Indigo needed for his research much more available.
"But I do hope you have questions that I can answer," Indigo said. "The last person who asked something I couldn't answer is now part of that basement." His words came out dryly; his humor was never something most people understood.
