The Vrusk rolls her compound eyes, heaves an overly dramatic sigh in that unprofessional manner beloved of temporary staff the Galaxy over.
"Please take a seat. Mister Vostock will be with you shortly."
Somehow she manages to miss the fact that by the time she looks up, Ophelie has already seated herself in anticipation of just such a response!
The intercom buzzes to life, emitting a series of squawks rather like the 'adult-speak' in a Peanuts cartoon. The Vrusk presses the talk button and replies, "yes, sir, the first three are here. Shall I send them in?"
"Very well, sir." The receptionist goes back to her workstation. "Mister Vostock will be right with you," she adds again, speaking in the general direction of the three arrivals.
Within two minutes, the door slides open to reveal a Dralasite which holds out a 'hand' to each of you simultaneously.
"Good morning! Sorry for the delay. I'm Vostock. Please step into my office," it says cheerfully...well, as cheerfully as a blob can.
The office is done in Generic Midranking Suit, with a hint of Ambition here and there. Vostock ambles back behind the desk, a sober black metal thing that would be intimidating if it were a few feet higher.
"So," Vostock says in that same upbeat way, "here you are! So I'll cut straight to the chase. Pee Gee See needs troubleshooters and you come highly recommended. So we're offering you a job."