Arthur tapped his fingers on the rim of the cup as he leisurely listened to the tirade.
"So..." he deliberately stretched the tone, as if casually asking, "You're planning to change labs, then?"
"Of course!" Wheatstone immediately replied, his voice tinged with a mix of almost-shameful anger, "I should have changed a long time ago! That place is simply unfit for anyone, let alone for conducting experiments!"
"So where do you plan to move?"
"How would I know!" Wheatstone grumbled, scratching his head irritably, "I just want to find a lab that isn't next to a slaughterhouse, where I don't have to step over sheep dung to get in. It doesn't matter if it's a bit smaller or more rundown, as long as it's quiet. By the way, didn't you ask me to forgive you? If you can find me a suitable place, then I won't hold against you for that business of dragging me to Gottingen."
