Derrick walks into the confusing situation. A room full of people where no one knew of what was going on. He sighed and shook his head slightly, "It's another one of those." He whispers under his breath.
"Tyla, I see you in these rooms so often. What draws you to these types of situations?" He asked the anthro as he gracefully glided into the gleaming leather chair. He invocally offered Tyla a seat in the sofa chair accross from him as he fluidly grasped the palm sized notebook from his pocket, and began resting his ball point ink pen on his chin. He eyed pensively as the thought process began. He then raised a brow and smiled warmly punctuating his actions with a vernacularless question mark.