It had been a stressful night, but Loki had high hopes for it, particularly for the results with Soma. He could only wait to see how she seemed to be doing, though. Would she have been appropriately patched up by the staff after they'd all been rendered unconscious? Would the staff have done so without implanting another of those devices in her?

Patience should not have seemed so difficult, he scolded himself.

Better to think of the other part of his night. That had been exceedingly pleasant.

Almost bemused, he allowed the nurse to herd him to the cafeteria, and acquired a bowl of fruit. The main course didn't seem all that appealing. He seated himself where he could keep an eye out for Soma.

[Flora.]