| He is pale, white-haired, and black suited, engaging colleagues in a room of the colors of glass and gray. His eyes, smile, and speech seem to reverberate peals off the champagne glasses.|
As his colleagues depart through the doorway behind him, his eyes fixtate ahead and his mouth opens some: dark crimson blood runs from his left nostril. With his recent head injuries, his hands shake unless he expends a hernia's effort. Looking upon his left arm, he pulls up his suit-coat sleeve to uncover his white button-down's sleeve: upon it, he wipes his upper lip then, dabs his nostrils.