The entrance hall briefly lit up with a deep blue shine and then dimmed just as suddenly. For a moment the room seemed darker than it had been before, until slowly the sound of quietly whirring machinery permeated the air. There was only a receptionist staring curiously at the newcomer, and the newcomer was straightening his jacket with a jerking efficiency. He turned his head quizzically to one side as he regarded the woman at the desk.

“A receptionist? How cliché.” He said, his voice grating, two steps carried him past the desk and down the corridor. The sound of machinery growing quieter by the moment as the strange humanoid strode off towards the main lobby area, where he assumed the most activity could be found. The receptionist paused for a moment as she considered the sounds he had made, her brilliant mind piecing together where she had heard such sounds before.

“Sounded… like clockwork.”