Aramis is right behind, sighing in relief when the quiet of the Bramford lobby swallows them up. "In the elevator, all of you," he says, "I don't even want to see a staircase."

He enters when it arrives, resting against the wall with a small, but satisfied smile. "We did well tonight," he says into the little ascending room, feeling that it needs to be spoken aloud. "As ever."