Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

Whatever might have been the Scientist’s true expression, the goggles hid it. Without a wince, they underlined the correction, and proceeded with the rest of the notes. ‘Danke, Emissary’. The little frown of the other didn’t escape his attention, despite it not being anything more than a movement of the eyebrow soon smoothed. ‘I’d be overjoyed to have a such reliable translator when that happens during my lectures, lest I have to deal with yet another student who sees the parroting of my accent as the height of hilarity finding in their bag a sorrow-spider that accidentally escaped before i could feed it’ The voice remained flat and monotonous throughout it all, but nobody would have taken their word about the misfortune of it all. Was the dean aware of these teaching methods? Were these teaching methods the reason why the west wing hallways have been closed down by the department of menace eradication just the week prior???