“And if ye—“ Susan starts, but she gets no further before a cheerful voice calls out, “There you are! Goodeven, Sue.”

Cuthbert, who’d seen them on coming out of the Security corridor and made a prompt beeline across the room, leans over the back of the couch to tug playfully at a lock of her hair before he comes around the end and claims the empty armchair for himself. “Caspian,” he adds, with a friendly nod, and a curious glance for the — not a waitrat, he realizes. Huh.