Nathan looked from Getti to the Mona woman, who was busy giving them a toothy smile as she delivered her HR speech. He gave her a warm smile in return... but his eyes soon moved back downwards to look at the table as the smile stayed fixed in place. That was just... scary.

He looked up at Egypt suddenly as she shuffled closer to him. The instinct being to put a protective arm around her... but again, Getti would probably give them a look that could quite possibly turn them both to stone if he did... so he refrained from doing so and instead took a sip of his coffee to distract himself, his eyes following his wife's to the man who had obviously been here so long, he had become Getti and Mona's personal lap dog. Poor, poor sod. Talk about purgatory. What wrong had the man done in a past life to deserve such a fate?

As the meeting dragged on (well, it wasn't really a meeting so much as a being talked at and glared at session), his mind began to wander ...to his cushy job at the MLES to be exact. What would he be doing right now? Snoozing at his desk; having a light hearted chat with Alexa in the break room over tea and biscuits; poking fun at Nicoli. Merlin's bottom - imagine doing that to Ol' Getti. ..Cruella De Ville was nothing on this woman.

He glanced at his watch under the table, resisting the urge to pull a face at how little time they had been in here. ...Man, was this dull..