"No talking," says that same flat voice, sounding ... more bored than anything else. There's a metallic rattling; more keys being picked through.

"Maybe he wants a turn," says another, sneering. "That's Connors, isn't it? I hear the Professor wants a word with him soon enough."

"Be careful," Cassandra whispers, no louder than the sound of her own breathing. "Please, please, be so careful --"