Thirty Five - First Inmate

[Bob is at his desk, his red serge jacket missing, revealing his grey shirt and suspenders beneath and his sleeves rolled up. His elbow is hitting against a large file, which annoys him a little.

Still, he manages to lean on his desk with a sigh.]

Rassilon, if you would like to come to my cabin, floor eight, room eighteen. [He gives the file a sidelong look.] See if we can't find something to talk about.