If we could just keep all the furniture on the floor, please!

[Clara clutches her temple, and makes for the door as well. Oh, how she longs for her year sevens, with their chewing gum and their rap music. Beacons of maturity, really. Kovacs could learn a few things.]

Kovacs, just keep that in your own room if you don't want to wind up out the airlock. And Apollo... maybe take a walk. Cool down.