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Simon Tam comes stalking out of the infirmary in a cold fury, and heads in the direction of the --

wait.

A few paces into the room he slows, then comes to a stop. His hands and arms relax from their taut anger, and his eyebrows draw down slowly in bewilderment.

He looks back over his shoulder with an expression that says, as clearly as though he'd spoken aloud: what the tiān xiăodé just happened?

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"Is a friend of yours hurt?"

"...A friend of a friend. He should be all right."

He'll live.

Simon visibly works to regain his bearings. "Dr. ... Lecter, isn't it?"

He nods. "I am. And you are ... ?"

"Dr. Tam. Simon Tam."

"A pleasure, Doctor.

"What is the condition?"

"Nothing serious in the long term. A few lacerations, a touch of hypothermia and malnutrition. Battlefield trauma. He should be fine, given rest and care."

"And in the short term?"

"He's in need of rest and care, in the short term. And of course there's some danger of infection, if the wounds aren't kept clean. But I think the situation's under control, Doctor."

Simon's voice has gone just a touch thin.

He raises his eyebrow slightly. "Pardon me for wanting to 'talk shop' for the first time ever in Milliways, Doctor." No one does icy like Hannibal.

Please. Simon was raised by Gabriel Tam.

"And pardon me in turn, Doctor. Another time perhaps."

Simon sketches a cool formal nod, and turns away.

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