[ If Fratley notices, he's polite enough not to draw attention to it. ]

Yes. You are typically on the night shift at the hospital, are you not? [ While he speaks, he sets his bag on the floor beside the couch, then after some consideration, decides to prop his spear up against an unoccupied corner (where it's less likely to get knocked over), blade facing away from the wall. ]

If I may assist you in any way, please let me know at once. [ He takes off his hat, setting it carefully on the couch, and bright blue eyes now visible under a messy fall of blond hair regard Daedalus with strange intensity. ]

It is the least I can do.