The Head Doctor seemed to be watching the fights with a kind of detached curiosity, tapping the railing of his balcony with one hand as if there was somewhere else he'd rather be. It was a far cry from the intensity with which he'd watched past combatants, but perhaps there were other things on his mind after the whole debacle from the night before.

In fact, the Head Doctor didn't even seem to notice when Anise launched the weakened fonic arte, and when it seemed to hit an invisible wall a few feet in front of him, he startled, even jumping back slightly before he regained his bearings and narrowed his eyes at the girl.

"Did you really think that would work, Miss Tatlin?" He paused and then smiled slightly. "So much anger. Perhaps if I told you how much I make in a year, you'd warm up a little to me?"