Again Emile did not respond, but thumped the flooring with his wand as if to test its solidity. The grilled metal tanged musically and Grand hissed at the noise. The orange jumpsuits paused in the unloading, but Thomas brusquely motioned them back to work. "Ms. Harvin sends her regrets that she is not able to greet you personally," said Robinson, his artificial smile weakening. "But she asked me to communicate her regards. I trust your trip went well?"