A rather distressed Alfred Steiner came out of the building arguing with the guards, clutching a large book and wielding it almost as a weapon. His cracked spectacles a result of a recent disagreement with a guard, yet they did not distract him from making plain his thoughts I really must protest! This couldn't have come at a more inconvenient time, I was scheduled to...What are you doing? Leave that alone! The guard ignored the Professor while an officer attempted to explain the reason for the sudden move.
I understand perfectly, I understand that your men have an irritating habit of breaking things whenever the come visit and now I'm being told I have to move?! I've stayed here for months, I've obeyed every rule and regulation including the random room inspections which leave my home upside down. Now what? I'm taking a trip to the air lock due to some Bretonian treachery I have nothing to do with? Rubbish. At least do me the courtesy of telling me of who ordered this move and why!