Skulduggery wondered if Gabe had any idea how well that spoken thought segued from what they were just discussing. Or any idea just how deep Valkyrie's teasing would go if she were still around to hear that last bit. Probably not. Neither did Skulduggery, but that was more willful ignorance than naivete.

The room Gabe had indicated was a recovery room. Very identical to the ones Kenspeckle put Valkyrie in, but with only one bed. And it sat far more isolated from the places Kenspeckle would normally be working than the Professor usually liked his patients to be. As such, it didn't look like it had been used in a while; and yet interestingly enough, the place was spotless. Clarabelle's doing? Kenspeckle had to be putting up with her for a reason. Maybe she was extraordinarily good at cleaning.

And speaking of Kenspeckle, there were very few things Gabe could want to talk about that Kenspeckle didn't already know.

Skulduggery turned in the middle of the room, quite suddenly missing his hat. "What is it?"