[A sarcastic glance is cast over Bene's shoulder as he sits down, beginning to arrange his things for work.]

And it ruined your whole day.

[Some hours pass, work gets done, lunch is had. It's at a lull in the afternoon when Benedict, unused to the silence of Byerly's Mood, remembers something.]

How's everything? With the, um.
Division heads?

[Things got a little interesting over the crystals as he recalls.]