[ Tony's making the nightly rounds, checking who's still here, who's heading home, who's on hour one of a fresh project and who's on hour thirty-three and needs a pick me up. Cup of steaming tea in hand he leans against the doorframe, admiring Diana's work like always.

There's distinct artistry to her designs, a weaving of industrial, narrative, and nature that he's always admired. It's the last, honestly, that has him poking his head in. ]

A couple- one big thing sort of hovering that I'd like your input on, but I'd like to request discretion. It hasn't been publically announced yet and you know the rumor mill.