Pavi had been largely keeping himself to himself since getting up that morning - checking how the network was looking and seeing (with some satisfaction) that there were fewer faces he recognised than those he didn't. It was a brief attempt at professionalism that probably wouldn't last the week. But when Prefect - to whom he'd been planning to pay a visit soon anyway - appeared on the screen of his communicator in a rare good mood (or at least rare to his recollection), he knew not to put off this second visit any more.

Which brought him - scarred again, and in another white mask, but dressed immaculately - to Prefect's door only a few minutes after the update.

Knock knock.