Ernest did think so, though in this instance he would have been pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong. He wasn't often proven wrong on any account, and very seldom found himself in that position with any degree of grace; he was used to being the smartest man in the room on any given occasion and acted the part accordingly. This, however, was quickly becoming a headache. The department was given a fair amount of latitude where their work was concerned (and they took a substantial amount more than they were given, cloaked in secrecy as they always were), but unfortunately casualties were something it was difficult to just ignore. There would have to be a report filed, and probably some sort of compensation package dispensed to the widow, all of which was a good deal of work he didn't want to do and a lot of questions from idiots in other departments that he didn't want to answer.

"I wouldn't expect a response," he said passively, continuing to inspect the empty lift from the doorway. "If he road all the way up here like that, his wits will already have gone."