“[b]Michael, Michael Drake. Pleasure.[/b]” he said easily, putting on his infamous poker face. [i]Shit, I really buggered that up,[/i] he thought to himself, as he gave Caroline one last look up and down. On a second glance, she was almost identical... but definitely not Celina. She’d just taken him by surprise, and she knew it. He exited the doorway and walked towards one of the simulation chambers, where he started to input the necessary data. Seeing Caroline clearly analyzing him, Michael attempted to divert the topic. “[b]So, uh, you need help calibrating the simulation or something? Takes a bit of time to figure it all out.[/b]”