[ He'd been futzing with the coffee maker, measuring out water, but Rom's gaze briefly flits up to fix on her. -- what was that secret again? Something about sutures, the bisected corpse of a friend, a student taking over. He can connect the dots.

He returns his focus to the task at hand. ]

Nothing stupid about it, Ieiri-san. We'll all die one way or another eventually, regardless of line of work, and each way has its unique pros and cons.