Shark has come in his disguise as the crazy Cubricon civilian to follow up on things with Strife, right now he's talking to his imaginary friend, "Yeah.. yeah you are right." Strife is busy at his desk. He hunches of a monitor, the corpse-blue light illuminating every line on his long face. He occasionally taps at the screen, frowning in deep concentration. He doesn't look up right away when he hears Shark - he simply waves his hand, beckoning. Shark nods, "Later then, Coroner Strife." then turns to head out, "C'mon Captain, we got some parts to get installed."