Chartreuse (thinking): This should be a safe distance . . .
Chartreuse: Hey . . . Valrún?
Chartreuse: We’re going to air out the room you were in. Get it cleaned up. You can move to the next one.
Valrún: The next . . . room?
Chartreuse: Also — I, um — I heard about, maybe, your son?
Valrún (thinking): Should’ve known better than to feel happiness for 0.3 seconds.