“Oh, you’ve had the spare time to publish, how nice,” Ratchet says as if he hadn’t read everything, his voice dry. “Well, it’s a bit of a mess here—I requested this transfer, sorry to apparently drag you with me. The department is running smoothly, it’s just the influx of patients and lack of staff, and how often I get dragged back into Iacon for stupid pointless interminable meetings, the only apparent purpose of which is to massage certain people’s egos. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”