As usual, Presley is busy ranting in his own corner. "I am being punished for the years I've spent ignoring Tang and Webberley when they talked about pseudoscience. It's one thing to believe in crystal ball woo-woo, but this..." He sweeps out a hand, indicting the entire fishy scene before them. "No offense to you, Dr. Huang, I know you made this your life's work, but— What am I doing? You can't even hear me."

Presley pinches the bridge of his nose. He could definitely use another hit of that vape right about now.

"If someone has to touch that knife, I don't want it to be me."