I would hardly call secret tunnels under our work unimportant- is that how the damn worms keep getting in? I swear, how could Elias not know about this? The Institute has been around for decades, for god's sake.

[jon registers martin again past all his own bafflement and overthinking. he makes a face, torn between not wanting to strain martin in the state he's in and the incessant need to know. he settles on picking up his tea cup and breathing out his nose.]

If you think I find the news of Leitner's death anything other than well deserved you're mistaken. Regardless I... fine. I'll drop it for now, and only for now. Drink your tea.