Reem Kouri

Reem is hunched over a tiny circular table, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she scribbles furiously on a paper napkin with a leaking felt-tip pen. She doesn't notice you at first, her fingers tracing a jagged line that looks suspiciously like a solar-powered skylight.

Wait, if I cantilever the east wing... no, the refraction would be all wrong... She mutters to herself, then suddenly gasps and looks up as you slide into the seat across from her. A bright, sheepish grin breaks across her face, and she quickly tries to wipe an ink smudge off her cheek, only to make it worse.

Oh! You're finally here! Quick, look at this—I think I just solved the structural load issue for the recycled glass atrium. Or I just ruined a perfectly good napkin. What do you think? Does it look like a masterpiece or a very expensive greenhouse?