(Celis) The observatory is dark, and apparently empty save for the silhouette of a man seated near the telescope, perfectly motionless, a briefcase on his lap. Were it not for the fact that someone is expecting him to be here, he might be easily missed. It's possible to imagine conversations happening here with the man watching, impassive--evidently he has yet to see something which convinces him to stir. (Elinor) Elinor nods, and touches a data pad in her hand. A strange script, unlike most sentient alphabets, appears as she touches a few things and locks it again.