Well, that makes two of us.
( Adjusting his glasses. They’ve started to tip sideways. )
I’m terribly sorry to ask this of you, but— would you mind walking with me, then? I’m a bit nervous about getting lost.
I’m uh. I’m afraid I don’t know. They don’t allow me in some parts of the building for security reasons. As they say.
| He shrugs, shaking his head, apologizing. |
I’m Waylon, it’s nice to meet you. There’s a guard down there, maybe he could help.
Arthur Whalen.
( Detouring towards the other doctor— his shoulders slump in subdued relief, hefting his bags. )
I should be registered in the system as of today.
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could be. (light–hearted tone—— he’s diverted from his group of scientists & pulls his mask down. seems to be in his rights as he, after all, has a ‘specialist’ armband on his right bicep.)
i’m sorry, what’s your name?
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Oh, ah—
( Shaking off filmy jetlag— he’s been standing awkwardly in the doorway, briefcase and coat clutched under one arm. )
Information technology. You wouldn’t know where to… go, would you?
Dr. Easterman. It’s incredible, what you’ve built here.
( Smiling through that sunken-eyed exhaustion, he grasps the doctor’s hand with both of his. )
Photographs… photographs don’t do it justice.
It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sir.
( Pushing his spectacles up on his nose; he holds a hand out to shake. A bit different than described… who is he to judge? )
Dr. Whalen.