I'm well, thank you. [Charles' shields are, for the most part, down, but there's still a fair amount of stuff that he's keeping tightly locked away. It's nothing personal and certainly nothing against Arkady, he just isn't really in the mood to talk about it with anyone, and probably wouldn't be for quite some time.

He comes over to her, picking up on the sadness and admiring that she was already doing her best to keep going. The Barge needed more people like that.]

I'm sorry about Dr. House.