[ He watches for a while, simply amused by how they manage to get things done while still yelling at each other non-stop. It's almost nostalgic, in a way.

Eventually he knocks on the doorframe and waves politely. His voice isn't loud, exactly, but it carries somehow. ]

Dr Gottlieb? I think you sent me a message by accident at one point. And you must be the errant maker of reports, Dr Geiszler. [ His voice betrays gentle amusement. ] You work well together, I have to say.

[ There's a little rustling noise as something that is as tall as Magicman's hip - which is a significant amount of height, considering the man is at least six foot - pokes its head around his knees, mostly hiding itself behind the sweeping blue coat its apparent master is wearing. He doesn't seem to notice. ]