"You're not the first," she assured him, professionally bypassing the name he gave though she did make note of it. Merlin? As in, the Merlin? Huh. If so, that was kind of cool. Taking a step back, she gestured for him to step into her 'office'--a comfortable room with a big couch as well as the expected desk and chairs, filing cabinets, and bookcases worth of material. "You are safe here." They had taken precautions since the little incident with Wolfram and Hart to ensure that it was, undoubtedly, the case.
"If you have any weapons on you, you won't be able to use them. Hand-to-hand combat and ill-intentioned magic, likewise, will be met by an invisible barrier." She gestured to the walls--seemingly nothing, in particular, as she moved to slip behind the desk. "We have protective shields and charms and--...well, lots of them."
She glanced up at him, pulling open the filing drawer labeled 'For Newcomers', and offered a small smile. "Please, sit down anywhere you like." He said he'd been there for a few weeks, that people had told him about the Center. She wondered what else he knew. "You have been pulled here by a Higher Power, that's true. Did anyone tell you anything else?"