Doctor, when you chose your office, did you realize there's a spot on the landship, perfect for a cozy little sniper nest overlooking it? Where, you ask? If I told you, would you allow me personal use of the space?

Please reconsider these patient placement clauses, but first, kindly sign these cooperative pharmaceutical R&D forms. Also, may I trouble you to look over my proposal on the mobile plate transfer once again... I'm scary when I smile, you say? Then do your best to get all this sorted quickly, alright?

Yes, this is your office. I took the liberty of revamping it and adding a few confetti guns and a scripture disco-ball here and there. You say El caused an explosion here, while trying to cook some popcorn with her gun...? Yes, I knew that, but as they say back in Laterano, 'an explosion unseen is an explosion clean'.

My signature? Ah, I did contribute a little to 'Botanical Review', yes. It wasn't anything I had to do for work. Rather, I simply had too many types of flowers around my sickbed. One time, Mostima was in such a rush, all she could offer me was a potato that had started to bloom. With that many flowers on hand, how could I not learn a thing or two about them?

This scrape on my hand? Just from getting a little physical. During fieldwork, you sometimes run into the types who simply have no respect for the ill. Fiammetta was just about boiling over, so I saw fit to educate them in a... fitting manner. I may not mind, personally, but that doesn't mean I have to force my friends to ignore it.

The rulebook for cardinals may be as thick as a stack of three apple pies, but it's nothing that complicated. Checking on new arrivals to see how they're settling in, seeing if people are doing alright at the monasteries... After all, without them, what would even be left of Laterano today?

Here, some cold cystymilk, apple-scented smelling salts, an eyemask, and some earplugs. Hold onto them tight, they're about to start seating people. You were wondering what sort of films I liked to watch, and, well, I think every entry in the 'Edict Terminator' series is brilliant, but it's good to be prepared if you can't handle all the blood, right?

No need to avert your eyes, Doctor. Sure, I'm not quite able to leave this wheelchair just yet. Some wounds simply don't heal quickly... If you feel like assuaging your guilt, how about granting me authorization to use your autonomous operation platforms? 'For transport or for racing?' Oh, don't worry yourself over that.

Are you always so quick to notice when someone is watching you? Oh, forgive me, it's a habit of mine to observe others. It's how I weigh the reasons I might need to take care of someone, against the reasons to... 'take care' of them. Which one do I mean for you? Work in peace, Doctor.

Hmm? Oh, I was just looking at a shadow across your window. A habit from my days in the hospital. What does that shadow look like to you?

Pleasure to meet you, Doctor. Just Lemuen is fine, thanks. Would you rather discuss work with a cardinal of the Seventh Tribunal, or show El's big sister around her workplace? The choice is yours.

Right there. You edited out one of the gorier scenes, didn't you?

After having worked together all this time, why are you only getting around to this ceremony now? If you were too busy, you should have asked me to help.

Ah, you laughed. Giving trust and receiving it are one and the same. Both acts that put people at ease, no? Then, would you like to receive this medal from the Seventh Tribunal for outstanding cooperation, to put me at ease? You can have two, if you'd like. You could even pin them on your eyemask, one for each eye.

No need for introductions, I'm already familiar with everyone here.

No need for reports, I can see what everyone does from here.

Please, this is no time for excuses.

Please, this is no time for pity.

I'm in position... No need to guess which position.

Go ahead.

Whoever said a wheelchair couldn't get up onto a steel beam?

Oh, I should try adding a jet engine next time~

Target disarmed.

Target crippled.

Target eliminated.

Who would bear the news of your death? Ever crossed your mind?

Doctor, can you come help me out? My wheel's stuck on a tile... Alright, hold out your hand. High five! Oh, the wheel? I pulled it out myself.

Mission accomplished. There is one more thing, though. Logistics gave me far too much tea and cake. Would everyone like to help me lighten the load?

I'll go handle them.

I'll keep watch behind. No one will give chase.

Surely there's no speed limit in Rhodes Island's corridors?

That finger of yours would be more suited to tickling the ivories, I think.

Would you like to push me along for a walk?

Arknights.

I'm giving some gifts to operators I went on missions with. I still have three boxes to go, and it would be terribly inconvenient if I don't deliver them all before work. Could you help me out? The sooner we get these delivered, the sooner you can have a present from me. Sound good? Let's get going, then. Hold on tight, now.

Where are you headed today, Doctor?

Now that you mention it, have you ever thought of making up for past birthdays? I understand you spent several years asleep due to some unfortunate accident as well, correct? I know you might not mind, but the time we lose is never only lost by ourselves. Come, there's still plenty of time today to hold a few parties.

To fight against disease and injustice... What a noble message. We have a similar speech at our annual meetings at the Seventh Tribunal, but it's a lot shorter than the celebratory gunfire segment... Hmm? I'm just getting a piece of candy. I know you're not simply going through the motions when you speak, so I'll be listening to the very end.