"I didn't hit you, sir," Calibri said, a bit petulantly. "My hand slipped while I was trying to shake you awake. I apologize."

Most of the others had already left the scene, probably hurrying onto the next lecture of interest. Even the lecturer himself had long since collected his heaping pile of notes and wandered out the stage door, leaving the two of them in an evacuated auditorium, the lights on but low, set to a dim. To his credit, then, Calibri raised a hand to Garamond's face, feeling around the area of injury. The cloth of his sleeve separated his hand from making skin contact, but that was probably for the better - the mottled fingers were probably better off unseen.

Upon letting it drop, Calibri nodded. "It finished a few minutes ago. I don't dare say that you were enthralled by the exposition." And that made one wonder. Tilting his head back up, Calibri frowned. "How and why did you obtain the tickets, Boss? You are clearly no fan of this study."