[As it stands, Birkin's got notes with him, they appear to be on a clipboard of some sort; he'll move to stand over by the wall, leaning back against it and crossing his legs idly at the ankle, flipping through what he's got on that clipboard because apparently he's decided that you are Officially Less Interesting Than His Notes. Because such is Birkin.]

You're involved in a project of some sort, or at least that's what I understand. It looks like my coworker here isn't too happy about that idea and isn't giving me the go-ahead to proceed, so I'm waiting on an override from above.