The office of John Cutter somehow managed to be even more chilly than the rest of the building, and the gusts of wind pumping out from the air conditioners resembled the harsh winds from the top of the Citadel. The entire room was coldly lit with harsh white lights, and it had all of the vibes of an operating room, barring the hard sofa, bright windows and the beautiful landscapes of S Prime beyond it.
John Cutter's standing and working in front of a black board with chalk in his hand, and he gestured without turning around, 'please help yourself with seats.'for
Jon and Bones shared a glance and their shared thoughts were clear: Who the hell speaks like this?
