On the one hand, the infirmary has rather more scanners and monitors than Mark is likely used to. On the other hand, it also has corny posters and something that appears to be the digital equivalent of a rack of pamphlets.

Rijndael (who does look a bit like Santa Claus if Santa wore military uniform, could bench his own weight, and were inclined to consider you Naughty until proven Nice) gives Mark a piercing look for a moment and then nods. "Well, if you are a Webcreature, you're more polite than most. S'pose I should apologize for the reception. Seeing as how Cadet Matrix is involved"—he gives Enzo a this-is-doing-my-ulcer-no-good look—"I'm prepared to believe you, but I won't be executing my function if I don't confirm it."