Victor had doubled the building's security for this meeting and while Coulson was on his way from the airport he left straight from his daily combat training on a Quinjet from his home to the global headquarters of his company. Phil was directed to Price's main office - his master suite if you will where the core of his business ventures were managed. In this room there were hardlight holograms of all of his former and current armor suits as well as the firearms he had made, some of which he was currently selling to SHIELD such as the SI-19 Hound Hybrid AR-SMG.
The massive dented and laser blackened tower shield of the UH-53 Prototype sat behind Price's executive seat as a wall to protect him from snipers, rockets and other attacks from the outside and rather than a hologram the blackened mechanical titan that held the shield like a soldier was indeed the actual UH-53, and in an emergency it could still defend it's creator and give would be attackers a very serious problem.. It was in the UH-53 that he fought against the Kree in several battles across the planet during their attempted invasion of Earth and from that brutish Goliath he later developed the Gawain, his Venombuster exosuit. The Knight of One arrived on the landing pad and took a private elevator directly to the room the agent was waiting in.
Entering the room in a sharp black business suit with a black trenchcoat he had his custom Baskerville pistols in shoulder holsters and a sword sheathed at his hip looking more than a little bit like a SHIELD or SWORD agent in the clothing he chose - given the poor weather that was normal in England he tended to dress accordingly and with the increasingly unstable geopolitical climate in his home country Price was traveling armed most of the time these days. Sitting in his seat he poured himself a cup of hot tea from a tray that rose out of the table, as the richest Brit in human history it was only fitting that he had his own personal tea stash and the means to brew it hidden in his desk - anything less simply would not do!" Agent Coulson, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Is it too much to hope that you brought Lola with you?" Taking a sip from a fine ivory teacup he smiled. " Ahh, I love a good cup of Da-Hong Pao. Sadly, it is far too expensive to savor on a regular basis. I enjoy a spot of fine tea, but not enough to spend 295 US dollars per cup of it."
Standing up and walking over to Coulson's cup he picked it up and dumped it in the sink before pouring him a cup of the same kind he was having and passing him the tray to add whatever he liked to it. "I apologize, a gentleman should not have to suffer the indignity that is cold tea when in Great Britain." Having a flashback of Spidey's awful instant tea he shuddered - it tasted like it was steeped in an old gym sock and Vic's armor thought the wall crawler poisoned him. "If Spider-Man ever offers you tea, politely decline. It was...horrible. Getting mauled by Venom was not the worst thing that happened to me that night."