[Close to an hour later he's knocking at the door, a polite courtesy, before entering the room, book tucked between his arm and side. It's like entering into a different century, and he's just curious enough to look around a moment after closing the door behind him. The smells alone, stronger now in the cabin than outside of it, are certainly distracting. Oh, right, he had a purpose. He clears his throat and calls out.] Marquis? It's Dr. Kozak.
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