Kieth-Edward stepped up to Charles, and without warning, sent a hand to slap him gently topside the head. It wasn't an attack, but a gesture to get hisattention. "If you think this is the effort of one man, I wonder how you got through school. Everyone here - which is a fair few, I can imagine - have put themselves at risk to bring and keep us here. Besides, you're not the only scholar here. I'd like to make the same demand as you, but it'd be unrealistic to have that many resources to spare. Stop being selfish and look at the big picture. We're in no position to argue, and even if we were, your request is a big one and may affect what the rest of us can ask for." He then looked at the doctor. Unlike before, there was now a clear expression of anger on Kieth-Edward's face. "Not that you're any better. No forewarning, no explanation, and now we're condemned. I'll expect a great deal of comforts and explanations before I'm even remotely satisfied with this set-up of yours."