"How did you know I was here?" Madam Justice's voice held a smile.
Lumian gazed at the chair across from him and responded, a grin tugging at his lips, "Can't hurt to extend a greeting."
Susie steered the conversation forward, "Congratulations on completing the initial phase of your vendetta. Care for a brief discussion?"
"No problem." Lumian's composure remained unshaken, not even flinching at the mention of "vendetta."
Of course, part of his calm demeanor stemmed from the fact that he hadn't brought along the Flog boxing gloves. This was a psychological evaluation, after all. He couldn't allow external influences to taint his thoughts and skew the doctor's judgment.
From the point of seeking assistance and crafting a strategy, he recounted his experiences of the past two days. He glossed over the secret of the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society but provided a concise account of everything else.
