Now Museum, Now You Don't

[Joshua Morris]

Not for the first time--and probably not for the last, either--Joshua wondered what he was doing.
He parked the car at the Museum, listening to the engine cool down--tick, tick, tick--and tried to put his thoughts in order. Was he here as Sentinel? As someone who had lost a cabal-mate? Was it official business that had him feeling so weary, or just the attrition?
Joshua got out of the Plymouth and stalked up the path to the door of the Museum. He's only been here once or twice, so he takes a look around, honestly wishing he had a chance to tour the place instead of having to do this. Once he's had his fill, he approaches reception.

[West]

Narration

Joshua sees Gina's styled hair behind a large pink bubble. In the distance, he sees the corridors that lead to the back offices of the Museum. There's light traffic, and the Sentinel sees no signs of other Mages in the open.

[Joshua Morris]

Maybe this is Problem One: No security to be seen, just a cud-chewing receptionist. Lazy and lax. Perhaps there was a guard watching everything on CCTV, and no doubt the Mysterium had wards and bans out the wazoo; but a fat lot of good those would do if a competent Seer cell decided to come in here to jack things up, all Lobby-Scene-In-The-Matrix style.
Joshua waits a few moments, then clears his throat. When that seems to produce no effect, he raps his knuckles on the desk. "Excuse me, Miss?" he says. "I'm here to see Dr. Primoria."

[West]

Blam!

That large open space is great for popping bubbles.

"You are?" Gina asks, glancing at her computer screen's schedule.

[Joshua Morris]

Joshua remains unimpressed.
"It's a bit impromptu, I'm afraid," he says to the young woman. "Will you please call her, and let her know there is a Mr. Morris here to see her? I'm sure she'll make the time for me." He wishes he knew Mind so he could just make it happen; that, or that he had the balls to just walk down the hall until he found her office. But that probably would not be taken very well. So, he resigns himself to this.

[West]

"Oh, yes, you're on the list," Gina says, pointing at a Post-It stuck to her monitor.

"Wait, what's your first name?" she adds, peering at the Post-It.

[Joshua Morris]

Well, that's... off-putting. He briefly wonders what name might be on the note, but he'll never manage to guess it. "Joshua," he tells Gina. This. This is exactly what he found most disturbing about magic. Had Tyria known he was coming? Had she already gone ahead and had the conversation with him, and he was just catching up? When he got to her door, would she already know every bend in their discussion? Goddamn Time. Goddamn mages.

[West]

Gina bobs her head as she looks at her Post-It. "You know where Dr. Primoria's office is, Mr. Morris?" she asks.

[Joshua Morris]

"No," he says, now even more sure that Tyria is somehow five or six moves ahead of him, like some sort of Bond villain. "Perhaps you could direct me? Or just point me in the right way, I can find it." Wait, does Bond have chess-master type villains? Joshua can't recall.
He pauses, waiting for Gina's response. He'll have to calm himself down... Tyria isn't the enemy. No use in getting his mind all clouded...

[West]

"It's back there," Gina turns and points to an area in the back corner. Her turning and pointing is fairly nice to watch. "The doors are labeled," she adds.

"Should I let her know you're coming now?"