She seemed far calmer than he would have expected. Even though her expression was neutral she didn't seem broken in spirit. He couldn't imagine what life was like here in the labs, he felt gross even being around Hojo for just board meetings, living here must have been a nightmare.
If this wasn't such a disturbing plan of his father and Hojo's he could appreciate that she assumed that he had any kind of power whatsoever. The executive and upper leadership knew that even though Rufus was Vice President he had no real power except to sit there, be on his best behavior, and look pretty. But Hojo knew that Rufus had no real authority to have any real say in this, he knows that if he knocks on the locked door no one will answer. There is no way out now.
He glances up at the cameras, thoughtful. He doesn't have his cell phone so he's going to have to improvise- he wants to talk with her as well without Hojo or his father knowing what he really has to say. He turns towards the wall with the mural, moving at an angle where he thinks the cameras can't see before looking over at her.
"The art on the wall is beautiful, perhaps you could draw something for me?" But making sure to keep his back to the camera he gestures for her to find a pen and paper, hoping that she can pick up on what he's trying to do without it being too obvious to those who are no doubt observing them now.
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If this wasn't such a disturbing plan of his father and Hojo's he could appreciate that she assumed that he had any kind of power whatsoever. The executive and upper leadership knew that even though Rufus was Vice President he had no real power except to sit there, be on his best behavior, and look pretty. But Hojo knew that Rufus had no real authority to have any real say in this, he knows that if he knocks on the locked door no one will answer. There is no way out now.
He glances up at the cameras, thoughtful. He doesn't have his cell phone so he's going to have to improvise- he wants to talk with her as well without Hojo or his father knowing what he really has to say. He turns towards the wall with the mural, moving at an angle where he thinks the cameras can't see before looking over at her.
"The art on the wall is beautiful, perhaps you could draw something for me?" But making sure to keep his back to the camera he gestures for her to find a pen and paper, hoping that she can pick up on what he's trying to do without it being too obvious to those who are no doubt observing them now.