Annie's eyes scanned the Doctor over, a few rapid blinks allowing her the time to switch between her vision types to detect weaponry or odd signatures from him. One final blink brought a wry smile to her own face as he approached and sat at the table. She placed both of her hands palm down on the tabletop, sitting in an oddly rigid pose.
Another blink took a scan of his face allowing her to map micro-expression and begin comparing it to her internal database of personnel and known subversives.
"I agree. It is too early." she nods, her voice a little tight and clipped. "I'd even go so far as to hypothesise that you and the company are not on good terms."