Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Tory's hands could've probably done with a quick wash. Like, they weren't filthy, but he had been working with some soil samples, he was quite conscious of that as he shook Kit's hand. "Right," he said, to god only knew what, ducked his head and laughed a little self-deprecatingly, a couple of puffs of air past his lips, half-chuff, half-chuckle. "Right, so come in, take a look around, if you want? Formal invitation, and everything," he said, releasing Kit's hand when he realized he'd started to step away while still holding onto it.
He did step back, then, doing a not-quite Vanna White gesture toward the small lab. "So, this is it," he said, the juxtaposition of old furniture and high technology a little jarring to his eyes as he attempted to see it all fresh. "The L is all very professional and boring," he pointed out, like a throwaway comment. He wasn't attached to the hatred of his first name like he used to be, but that didn't mean he felt like getting into it, either. "My suspicion, anyway, is that more people would take that seriously than if I had 'Tory' on the nameplate. 'Tory' sounds like, um, someone who's not a doctor. Anyway, can I get you anything? I might have..." What did he have? "Some...room-temperature bottled water? I think?" Which he used mostly to - right! "Coffee. I have...remarkably terrible coffee, too." And he grinned, surely in some way that he thought of as "charming."