You exit the lift looking out onto the beautiful marble floors and decadent glass atrium. to your left was the majority of the lobby, dominated by a large reception desk, backlit a brilliant white.
The murmur you could hear was from a trid feed displayed on a holo projector. The nightwatchmen was watching match of the day as you exited the lift.
As your feet hit the marble floor, your soles scuffed and squeaked, reverberating in the large empty room. The pinging of the lift's arrival followed by the squeaking got the guards attention.
He jumps to his feet and his right hand drops to his belt line, thought to grab what, you can't tell: the large desk blocks your view. He begins to walk towards the lift bay:
Hello? Hello? Who's there?
