Home, thought Bentley. That's right. To them, this was their home, wasn't it? And it was to be his home now, too. A place further from Asche than he would've volunteered to venture, and yet somehow over the sudden, short course he had been with Circle Seven, it had become cozy. Not just for hiding, either. Home sweet home, huh?

"Calibri has a point," Bentley agreed. "Some symptoms may not even show up until later." Even though he was speaking to the boss, his eyes darted among the movers - so many different species he had never seen before. Though he was not greeted with kind stares, the doctor was too caught up to notice. Their glances at the boss were much more amiable; fond, even. Certainly a man they looked up to. Garamond must have quite a relationship with his crew to walk among them as though they're friends. Or maybe it was another outdated stereotype Bentley had in mind to walk in before everyone else with your barrage of bodyguards.