"The DNA test isn't, yet, though the computer's nearly done analysing it. The catscan is, though." There wasn't a chair in the room, but Naoki fished for one outside the door and dragged it in, closing the door firmly. If Sefton was paying attention he'd be able to sense knowingness, anticipation of something worth regretting (of a child's innocence taken too early), the faint satisfaction of a hypothesis proven right.

Naoki planted the chair across from the bed and leaned forward, eyes on Sefton but not unkindly. "Sefton, are you psychic?"