In contrast to Strange's composure, Viktor has made, and continues to make, no attempt whatsoever to conceal his interest; it's absolutely clear that were he not folded nearly in half, he would be enacting his plan to go after Bonheur, armed with questions.

"Indeed—"

Pardon him, he's just working to get himself out of this position, which somewhat resembles sitting in an empty garbage can, or perhaps having fallen deep in a lush and leafy toilet. Still game for conversation, though, between moments of effort. (And if it seems at all curious that he's not currently immobilized in pain... yes, it does, doesn't it.)

"As for the presentation, I've seen this sort of growth before, but nothing on this scale." And his would have perished by now. None ever lasted so long. "I would very much like to— I've got it, thank you."

A second intern is forgiven for assuming otherwise, because he does not exactly appear to have it—at a longer look, however, his busy rustling amid the foliage involves wrapping his forearm, working the strand of stems into his palm, getting a good fist around it, and holding the knife in his teeth all the while. Finally, he pulls up a thick twist of vines, loose at one end, and flings them out past his legs like rope. Now plucking the knife from his mouth, pinky up,

"I'd like to examine that runestone. Take those, doctor, if you would."