[ to that last message, there is no response — but there is the world around ace turning blue for a moment, as if a film passes over him —

and then he is no longer standing outside, but in the middle of a doctor's office, law sitting near a desk, an examination table pushed against the wall, a door to his left and another at ace's back, both of them closed. ]

Fire Fist, [ he says as a greeting, glancing at the open folder on his desk. ] I told them we need privacy, but they will be privy to any notes I make. I assume you are fine with this?