Autor, having been amused and distracted by the wait rats and their broom crusade, doesn't see Vyvyan coming. He yelps, jumping when Vyvyan plops down on his bed, and jerks his foot in the process.

"Shiva wept, warn a man when you're about to do that," Autor says, ruffled. "And no, no I don't--I don't need him dealt with. Thank you."