[Though he might be used to Kaidan and his headaches, that doesn't mean Lyall doesn't still worry about them. Emerging into the artificial sunlight-- apparently artificial sunlight doesn't bother him the way real sunlight does, he's found-- to the scent of pain among the growing things makes him wince.

Might as well go with the change of title. He rather likes it, to be honest.]

Alenko. Good evening. Feeling all right?