"Safety first," he replied, the tip of his tongue licking the venom from his teeth. The smile he showcased to Norman was far brighter, far more winning. He leaned forward slightly, and to his left, as if sharing a confidence that was in actuality and explicitly for the benefit of the whole room -- but the hospital's founder was Chilton's target demographic.

"I'm very aware of the inherent risks that patients pose, both to themselves and to the staff. I had been, in fact, taken to here when only recently a fatal incident happened at my prior hospital of employment." Chilton took a deep breath, his gaze downcast -- as if thoughtful, as if remorseful.

"The current administrator who had also regulated security," he paused to shoot a sidelong glance at Danger, as if casting her into the ill-fitting role. "Found comfort in routine. He underestimated a wily patient of ours, and a staff nurse died horrifically as result. I was, of course, the only one able to secure the patient back after his mis--" misbehavior, Chilton almost said. "The murder."

He leaned back, away from Norman's personal vicinity, and lifted his shoulders to a sanctimonious epilogue. The curtain dropped, the tale complete.

"Well," he spoke with a bright pitch in his throat. Touring beyond Norman's office offered stimulus. "Shall we begin?"