She blinks, even shrinking back a little, the unblinking stare sending a tiny shiver down her back, causing her to forget about her objective temporarily... Until she finally shakes herself clear... Handing over the small stack of paper with both her hands, she dips her head slightly- "Hi, my name is Miccah... I'm here for... huh?" She perks her ears at the woman's statement... Somehow... something about the prospect of Og-ra even having a kid amuses her greatly... until her brain fully comprehends the sentence, causing a slight twitche to creep up her face- "I am not... Og-ra's kid... I am here... to apply for a job..." She half-twitches as she says, unsure if she should be offended, or burst into laughter... or even both.
The woman swings the door the rest of the way open, and gives a friendly smile. There is nothing maternal about it... all professional. Perhaps working with Merah does alter one's ways of handling folks. She says, "...why didn't you say so? You won't believe how many actual kids we have come in here trying to do research for a class project." She pulls out a smaller chair, one that might better suit Miccah, then takes a seat behind her own desk. The woman peers over it, "...okay. What can you tell me about yourself... ...Miccah?"
*The man nods his head.* Of course. I understand. *He opens his traveling case and takes out a small data pad.* On this is a list of the various good and services we could provide to your company. Please see to it that whoever makes the decisions about such things gets a chance to look it over. It also contains our contact number should they decide to do business with us. *Closing up his case.* On that ground I shall leave for now. Good day to you my good man. *He hands over the data pad and turns to leave.*
Og-ra gives a bow, "...I will gladly do that my good sir. And if you wish... you can contact my employer directly at any time you or your associates wish. I'm sure she will be glad to have you."
A rather pained expression washed over Elliot's face as Merah asked the inevitable question, and she winced at the mental jolt it caused. "I wike being a good wittle girl and pwaying wid doth", she answered, looking deeply ashamed of how annoyingly hard to understand she'd become. The diaper crinkled as she squirmed and hid her face against Merah's shoulder when the little girl tugged on her dress.
Merah just rolls her eyes in annoyance, "Elliot. I'm in the middle of my lab. The main equipment here is me. ...how do you think I new that the random little girl was one of my friends, hmm?" She beeps the girl's nose, "...I know something is up. And I don't care if you won't, or can't, tell me. I will figure it out. ...and if you didn't do this willingly... whoever did it is going to be joining you." The teenager hugs the girl tightly once more, "...no one deserves this."
The woman nods, and rises to her feet, adjusting her uniform a bit. "I am here on the behalf of the CTC," she explains. "We're collecting information on local businesses, particularly those performing advanced research. We're curious as to the various specialities and fields of study that each organization participates in, in order to determine which may be the most helpful to work with in the future on joint research and development projects. Would you be willing to provide us with any information regarding this?"
Og-ra blinks at the woman, "You're from the CTC?" He gives a moment of pause, as if he has mixed feelings about that. The beast of a man finally replies, "Officially we're registered at a firm researching and developing technologies to detect, contain, and manipulate extra-natural forces." He adds, "...in actuality we house the personal lab of an off worlder doing research here." He pauses, glances around making sure everyone else is out of ear shot, and leans towards the woman "...and personally I feel that this place is nothing more then the play are of a little girl who lost more then just her mature body after being exposed to the Red color..."