Silence until spoken to seems to be his prerogative tonight, as unusual as it is coming from someone like him.
Still, he understands there's the bare minimum to work with, and common courtesy dictates that he should at least go through the motions of what it means to be a member of an engaged audience. And so, the bow of his head comes easy when he's introduced; so, too, does the standing, the sitting, the waiting, and the watching. There's tension in the room thick enough to be sliced through with a knife, and the fact remains that there's no trust here, nothing more to work with than the fear of uncertainty and a group of people too guarded to have the 'conversation' this was arranged to be.
As much as he appreciates Charlie's precise efforts and straightforward demeanor, it's difficult to distract from the way the man fidgets nervously, from the slight clumsiness accenting his lead.
"As it goes, we've the same objective," Reishi offers, in the softer tones of a man with more tact and an awfully keen knowledge of how to use it. "And we're up against the same enemy. What we are looking for essentially lies in what information you might be willing to give."
At least he knows better than to attempt a smile. He's intentionally vague, composed and unhurried; if they need to rush, then perhaps the Initiative should provide a ten minute warning. "In this, we hope to find the best way to stage a counterattack, so to speak -- without getting in the way of your progress in the meantime. What better way to achieve this, we thought, than by ensuring that we're all on the same page."
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Still, he understands there's the bare minimum to work with, and common courtesy dictates that he should at least go through the motions of what it means to be a member of an engaged audience. And so, the bow of his head comes easy when he's introduced; so, too, does the standing, the sitting, the waiting, and the watching. There's tension in the room thick enough to be sliced through with a knife, and the fact remains that there's no trust here, nothing more to work with than the fear of uncertainty and a group of people too guarded to have the 'conversation' this was arranged to be.
As much as he appreciates Charlie's precise efforts and straightforward demeanor, it's difficult to distract from the way the man fidgets nervously, from the slight clumsiness accenting his lead.
"As it goes, we've the same objective," Reishi offers, in the softer tones of a man with more tact and an awfully keen knowledge of how to use it. "And we're up against the same enemy. What we are looking for essentially lies in what information you might be willing to give."
At least he knows better than to attempt a smile. He's intentionally vague, composed and unhurried; if they need to rush, then perhaps the Initiative should provide a ten minute warning. "In this, we hope to find the best way to stage a counterattack, so to speak -- without getting in the way of your progress in the meantime. What better way to achieve this, we thought, than by ensuring that we're all on the same page."
A pause.
"Or as close to it as you might permit."