Behind the shelf is a cozy looking sitting room. A holographic fire place, dim lighting, and a few sitting chairs making up the center of the room with a small drinking table in the center.

Back among the far wall though, are several cameras, scenes of sidewalks, of the outside of the hub, of the sands surrounding the dome outside.

And in the chair in front of the monitors is FDR, dressed as usual in a dark suit and tie. When he hears the door open, he spins in his chair, grin bright when he sees Arthur.

"Hey. You made it. I'm impressed." And he stands up, smooths his suit out and walks over to Arthur with his hand extended.

"Well, now that we're done with the interview, suppose it's time to ask if you want a job."