Bragi felt his heartbeat turn from drum solo to full-on marching band, and it settled unpleasantly in his throat. With little room to worry that his manners were slipping, he stared at the young lady with his eyes as wide as saucers. "Mr Aldous Crouch. Department of International..." he trailed off, looking back through the open door again. "The assistant fellow told me to come here and wait. Along the hallway, up the stairs... turn right..."

Or had it been left?