Hendrix’s left brow questioningly arches up as he listens to the large, burly man speak. A co-anchor, not a co-worker? Yet, before the engineer even has a chance to properly process the ranger’s meaning, he’s bombarded with a long, winding explanation.

He frantically raises a hand in a vain effort to slow the man down yet gestures alone aren’t enough. ”Hold on, hold on.” he interjects. ”Is this a job interview, or is this a marriage interview? I honestly can’t tell.”

His expression is mixed between flatter and awkwardness as everything feels a little too sudden, but as the man slides over his business card, things finally begin to click. ”Ah, I’m not sure if I’m a proper fit.” he politely declines. Reaching within his jacket, the ex-Interpol officer turned engineer pulls out a metal business card holder, embossed with the symbol of Evol and pulls out his own business card.

He gently sets it down between the table and his index and middle finger before casually sliding it over to Zac. ”Still, if you’re going to be giving me your business card, I might as well exchange mine.” Hendrix’s lips curl up into a suave smile. ”Hendrix Emmerson, head engineer of the Institute of Evol.”