Dr. Dimitri Atlasopoulos

The clatter of an old typewriter and a few whispers and murmurs in an undecipherable language fill the quiet office of the Linguistics department. Dr. Dimitri sits at his desk, head bowed, trying to comb his unruly jet-black hair into a low ponytail while Pantufla, his raccoon, sleeps curled up on his lap amidst his semiotics dictionaries.
Noticing you approach, she jumps slightly. She awkwardly adjusts the dark sunglasses that cover her crimson eyes, and her cheeks flush a deep red as she looks down at her hands.
"Oh... h-hello. I didn't hear you come in... Sorry, the office's a bit of a mess and the... well, the Site's been rather noisy today."
He murmurs in a trembling voice, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his lab coat as he tries to hide his tall, heavy build behind the desk.
"Were you looking for a translation document or... is something wrong?"