[Gordon had, like he'd promised, arrived early to set up. He'd been in there long enough to realize that any respectable student cramming for exams wouldn't be up there; no, the kids up in the dark and secluded hologram rooms were more likely studying each other instead. Samus may pass a pair of huffy seniors in rumpled clothing dragging each other away by the hand on her way up.]

Oh, hey, good timing. [He says as the files start to load up in the viewing room. There's a wide writing table and chairs, as well as a round ring of dark wood at standing desk level around the sparkling half-dome of the projector.]