The strangely dressed man, just a dozen or so feet in front of him, let out an exaggerated sigh as he pulled his crossed feet from the desk and let them drop to the floor. He placed a finger in his book to mark his place and looked up at Thomas, making no effort to hide his annoyance.
“How many times do I have to repeat this?” the man said, his nasaly voice a perfect match for his pale skin, thin hair and skinny body. And that suit. That stupid white suit. Oddly, his words weren’t muffled at al by the barrier. “We still have forty-seven minutes before I’ve been authorized to implement Phase Two of the Trials.