Dr. Moreau's office was in the modified surgical theatre of the hospital, a necessity for him since most of his work was done in that very place. In fact, he had a cot he kept down there for when he didn't want to be bothered with going back up to his sleeping quarters in order to get some rest. He looked up at the sound of someone knocking his door and immediately blanked the screen on the computer he'd been using. It was a fairly new addition to his life, this computer. A necessity in his line of work considering he needed to be able to access information and make sense of a lot of data very quickly. The only problem with computers was that others with some level of saavy could use them as well. Thus he took what precautions he could to insure his system remained secure.
That and he kept most of his truly sensitive work on the computers in his private lab on Roosevelt Island.
He rose from his seat and moved to the door, opening it to see a woman he did not recognize in any way.
"May I help you?" Ever the polite soul the old man, Dr. Moreau with his weather beaten face and startlingly blue eyes. Eyes that looked so much younger than the rest of him. He smiled at the new person because he smiled at everyone to some degree, even those who found his presence distasteful.