 Sorry, Dr. Wensler. I'm afraid your friend Erickson doesn't like my look. Oh, no, no. It's not that. It's just that he's worried. He's worried for me. Afraid that someone will misinterpret your visit and report me to the authorities. He's my most loyal and trusted assistant. But he tends to exaggerate the danger. Well, I hope you're right, Doctor. Say, this is some setup you've got here. I think.