James kept walking past Dust, past several of the tiny waiting areas separated with glass that would go opaque for patient privacy when anyone was inside. But there was no one inside, not even Dorothy. Their resident biologist had been the one to insist on many of these upgrades, since the Forerunner was more than qualified to do anything she had been trained to do. If anything, it was better. And for the sorts of things the Forerunner couldn’t do… well, she couldn’t do those either, so it was no big deal.