He was waiting - deep in thought, surrounded by hundreds of notes, floating like a holographic HUD around him, flickering faster than most could follow and entirely encrypted. At the sound behind him, however, his thoughts winked immediately out of existence and he turned. Ah yes.

"Isabella." The new habit of the comm to put names to every face and voice and text was indescribably useful. Even text took little effort to match a face to, and - of course - it was undeniable easier when one was expected - all it took was process of elimination.

He extended and arm and gestured for her to enter the room.

"Will you require any equipment to demonstrate?"