She was not the only frustrated person in the room, so perhaps the company would be of some comfort to the girl. L turned toward her; though he was no longer drugged to the point of stupor, his escapade to Tony's room had merited the use of arm restraints, which weren't particularly dignified or convenient.

What a great way for an employee to see him. He averted his eyes almost the second he glanced up at his visitor.

"Thank you for your honesty. It's refreshing."

So much better, anyway, than the people who tiptoed around his bed like they were attending a wake rather than visiting a person who was alive, just in trouble, despite being out of danger's way for the time being.

"I was reading back on the network, over things I missed. Congratulations on your inheritance, and..."

The words stuck in his throat. How did one say thank you for continuing to work at my dangerous business even though you don't actually have to work again a day in your life?