Parson is leaning over the desk, his Bracer arm on the desktop. Behind him, the chair has the appearance of some kind of gargoyle - a large maw, two fangs, squinty eyes, and a strange Omega-shaped crest of horns. The upper expanse of the chair outside the face also give the impression of wings, though they do not stretch out any great distance.
Parson Gotti: Try. Hard.
That's another order.
Parson Gotti: And d'you know what happened to her?