Astro Novalite

*It was a dark night at the Building. Different assistants, investigators, and Assistants walking by. Then, comes Astro Novalite, exiting his office, and his face being partly shadowed over. He glances at every individual that got close, almost cautiously. His silent presence was intimidating enough.* (Astro): *Softly sighs, while approaching a coffee machine – a gleaming monument of chrome and dark brushed steel, its many dials and gauges hinting at an elaborate internal clockwork.*