[Agent K's office is somewhere between quaint and clean and outright utilitarian. Everything is neatly organized. The desk and holographic computer seem lonely, and the stack of computerized tablets on it are lined perfectly. All the pens are properly placed in their pen holders and he's sitting there in his beige duds (which, strangely, feel more comfortable to him than the black suit sometimes because they remind him of his father) and black beret.]
[He looks up from reading something when Wynter comes in and stands and extends a hand.] It's a pleasure to meet you, Wynter. I still hope getting yourself situated is goin' pretty well.
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[He looks up from reading something when Wynter comes in and stands and extends a hand.] It's a pleasure to meet you, Wynter. I still hope getting yourself situated is goin' pretty well.