"Most individuals are not allowed within my quarters, much less my other patients." Chilton frowned, crossing his arms. He resisted the urge to surge at the box now latched, but the iron wall curbing his impulse was that realization that Danger had already seen him unseemly. She already knew the fractured desperation he felt.

"And, to be quite honest, I hardly expected your interference with my personal belongings. We rarely engage in my housing unit -- yours is, for some reason, more palatable to your tastes." Chilton turned away, forcing himself to look out the bedroom window, keeping his shoulders trained to an even composure. He wanted to sublimate his emotions.

"Are you satisfied now? Having sent your metaphorical tendrils into the crevices of my privacy. Have I anything left without your touch, now?"