"So..." Hank takes the handover from her. "I hear you had half the royal court down here this morning?"
"Oh, you could say that." She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Never a dull moment, you know us."
"And how is The Queen Mother?"
She laughs and shakes her head. "Actually, 'she' is quite a poorly lad." She pulls up a file on the computer. "It is pneumonia."
"How the hell did he manage that without anyone noticing?"
"You're guess is as good as mine. Crack on the head and a night lying on a cold, hard floor really didn't help."
"When Kurt does something, he doesn't do it by halves, bless him. Okay, I'll keep an eye on him. I'm just impressed that you managed to persuade his watchdogs to leave him here with us, unattended."
"Ah. Well, yes." She takes off her white coat and reaches for her bag. "There might still be the odd corgi underfoot."
"Hm, let me think, a particularly short, grumpy, smelly one?"
"However did you guess?"
"Sigh. Years of experience, Cecelia, years of experience."