Knight glanced over at the door. Though the room wasn't completely white, it was as close as he could get, though it was mostly light-and-dark gray paneling scrubbed to a dull shine. He looked back down at the bead of blood on his finger, ready for another scan for nanites.

"I am," he called. Not that it was unexpected. He was doing this almost every night now, it seemed; His hand was a mess of prickmarks, and it was starting to get weaker. Still, he couldn't stop just yet. There was still a possibility that infection might have occurred. "Last one for the night."