The Collaboratory’s Director and his nine functionaries seemed oddly spellbound for a moment. They formed a little Rembrandtesque tableau under their media lighting. Oscar knew all their names—Oscar never forgot names—but for the moment he had mentally labeled the nine local functionaries as "Administrative Support," "Computing & Communications," "Contracts & Procurement," "Financial Services," "Human Resources," "Information Genetics," "Instrumentation," "Biomedicine," and last but not least, the ditzy crew-cut thug from "Safety & Security." They had noticed him and—Oscar realized this suddenly—they were all afraid of him.