Mako's face is impassive, and she comes in fully and shuts the door behind her, fingers flipping the lock so they won't be interrupted. The diamonds on her hand flash in the dim light, though they're covered up when she stuffs her hands into her pockets.

She comes forward to stand in front of his desk, eyes fixed on him, as she takes in the morose attitude and negativity, and she tilts her head at him in a sort of go on, continue kind of way.

He might as well get it all out now before she says anything.