"Excellent. Do you have a drone already in the library? That's where I mean to speak to her. The earlier it can be placed, the less she will come to regard it with suspicion, or to associate it with my coming." Laertes reaches up to dig his thumb into the hollow of his left temple--at first it's meant to be just a quick little gesture, but the pressure doesn't ease, so he keeps rubbing that spot as though trying to dig the ache out of his skull.