"Don't worry, Kattalakis." He gently sets the books on a rack, to be re-shelved later. "I promise that if anything like that were to happen, I'd videotape the entire thing for you."

He nods understandingly, as he tilts one screen to face towards him and clicks something on the browser. He's not playing Pac-Man, he swears. "Things are always busy around here. It's about time to ship half of us off to Majorca for a week or so, and even then, we'd just stress out the whole time about having to do work when we got back." Wait. No. "Well, other people would. I'd enjoy myself. That is- do you think they have pollen in Majorca?"