The swimming head is starting to pass. I notice there’s still an audience and frown; he follows my gaze and looks up as though seeing for the first time the men in suits.

“Can you all give us a few minutes? Give her some space,” he commands. There’s a bit of chatter as they all file back through to the other room, except it’s a glass wall, and I’m aware of the eyes still being cast this way.

Crap, this is never going to go away now. I bet everyone in the building ...