[Csevet makes a soft noise of disapproval in his throat, squaring his shoulders and tilting his head a little, eyes narrowing a bit as he tries to read this man. Sadly, with all the small, round ears these humans have, the body language is just a little less transparent.]

Far from a secretarial curiosity, though we imagine it in poor taste to speak of it as such to the secretary himself, we are endeavoring to make sure that this place has not sunken into bankruptcy this past year. Records have simply not been kept and the state of affairs is...

[A pause.]

It is unbecoming of us to complain. We do apologize.