"Duly noted." No punching Keller. Even if he really, really deserves to eat a knuckle sandwich.

When she enters the room, she's smiling at Keller. It isn't a nice smile. "Oh, I don't know," she drawls. "He's the only reason you still have arms. So he stays." There's a spare chair sitting away from the table. It makes a hideous squeal as she drags it across the floor.

"Sit."

There's no room for questioning in that word.