There was a public reader, although it was hidden. Montgomery hadn’t expected otherwise. The reader was in a small room off the reception area, concealed behind a framed oil painting. The painting turned out to be on a hinge. Montgomery managed to make it down the stairs under his own steam, the tissue regenerator having already made good progress on his shoulder. Lilia suggested that the owner had paid for a speed upgrade, so that any injured w****s could get back to work more quickly. She also insisted that he keep it in place as long as possible, and held it there as they moved to the room with the reader.
They’d decided not to worry about the quality of his manufactured tissue, at least for the moment. He liked his increasing sense that they were a team and a pretty good one.
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