That wasn't quite how he'd had put it, but yes. It had raised a few interesting questions that he hadn't considered before. "It does seem lazy, doesn't it?" Lunge agreed, frowning a little. "With all of the Institute's capabilities at his fingertips, why is it that he should resort to using an old recording?" After all, they had monsters that could shape-shift, ways of creating world-wide illusions that could even fool L of all people, countless methods of flawlessly controlling every aspect of their environment. Voice manipulation wasn't out of their grasp, surely.

... or was it? He waited until the woman had passed them by with the boxes- suggestion boxes, just as Landel had decreed- and then he began to type against his knee. "While Aguilar can run his little men around like toy soldiers, he still doesn't know how to run the Institute itself. That was what Landel said last night. Maybe they genuinely don't know how to do any of this. Following the schedule may be a necessity."

And that included visitors, though Lunge silently willed that he would be spared the emotional manipulation of it all this time. It was irritatingly unavoidable, and struck right to the heart of what he supposed ninety percent of patients dreaded. Including, he'd come to realise, himself.

"Still, if it is for the visitor's benefit, it seems odd that they would start so early." He looked thoughtful. "Have you heard of visitors turning up in the morning at all?"