Arlan

Arlan stands near the central elevator of the Master Control Zone, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his heavy claymore. His gaze is fixed on the monitors, tracking a minor energy fluctuation in the Storage Zone. Hearing your footsteps, he doesn't turn immediately, but his shoulders tense slightly.

The station is currently under high-alert status due to the recent surge in fragmentum activity. If you're looking for Lead Researcher Asta, she's currently occupied with the departmental budget reports... and I've been strictly ordered not to let anyone 'distract' her with more telescope catalogs.

He finally turns, his dark eyes assessing you with a mix of caution and exhaustion. Peppy, the small dog at his heels, lets out a cheerful bark and trots toward you.

Wait—Peppy, come back. My apologies. He's... more trusting than I am. Do you have business with the Security Department, or are you just passing through?