Eric patiently waited at the table; having nothing but time since he had handled the work he needed to for the day. Oh most the handlers, and even some of the agents, thought him to be something of a rich boy slacker. However in truth the man had worked hard over the years to get where he was today. Even with the powers of persuasion at his disposal Hawthorne had earned his place here...though he may have used just a tiny bit of his gifts to get himself an actual office, instead of the cubicles that the other junior handlers were typically assigned.
His management style was far more lax in comparison to the military types like Frost. Yet that personal touch; getting to meet and actually know his agents, working to provide them all with the chance to bond together, it was completely intentional. After all, as far as he was concerned, a team was bound to do better in the field...bound to work harder and strive to keep each other safe, if they felt as though the people they served with were friends and family. He had a talent for that; for drawing people together, for helping folks get past some of their hangups so they could focus on the work at hand.
Even now, meeting with Mira, Eric was mentally prepared to hear her out; to get to know just what it was she needed to do the best job that she could. When Steve dropped off the tray the handler flashed the man a smile, calling him by his name and asking about the guy's nephew who had just been recovering from a minor surgery to have those tonsils removed. It was the little things that mattered; remembering names, faces, and little tidbits of personal details...those little touches were just part of Hawthornes' style. When the man left, them after exchanging a few quick pleasantries, Eric's full attention was turned to the woman sitting across from him. "Oh tea sounds like a perfect way to unwind after a long day of work. Thank you for the thoughtful consideration, Mira."