Pretty slotting lousy, he thought. Yellowing linoleum tile on the floor. (And what did that say about the age of the building? How long ago did people use linoleuml) Gyproc walls that might once have been white. The torture device disguised as a couch. A telecom with its screen broken and outgoing circuits disabled. Just charming. The air was sharp with an assortment of disturbing smells, mostly what Falcon classified as "medical," but with an unhealthy underpinning of rot. I should have taken him to a real doctor, he berated himself for the dozenth time.