Not malicious. Yeah sure. There wasn't really a way to tell, was there--oh wait, there was (supposedly), and why did the doctor need to check on him anyway.... Well, speak of the devil. Reader himself stood in the doorway, nose swollen and inflamed like Rudolph's. Rudolph the red-nosed Reader...blast, now Skylar had the song stuck in her head. No, girl, you're not writing a parody on the clock, save it for later if you must write it at all.
“Doctor Game!” the Epic said. “I presume you’re here to have a look at this annoying little problem?” His voice was a bit more grating than usual thanks to his injury.
"Just a moment, please, Reader, I'm not done with our good doctor yet." She managed to keep her tone professional before turning back to Dr. Game with a smile. "Well, as long as you think she's contained for now, I'll trust your judgment. Just let us know when you dismiss her so we can take over from there, all right?"