[ ichiro's like almost visibly rattling in place? he is trying very hard not to jitter out of existence like a bad jpeg, and he has to sort of take a half lap before he comes back to actually talk, standing by one of the desks. ]

... last week, on Saturday, these guys came to grab me like I came to get you. We're only allowed to talk to one person per week about this stuff, and - this week, it was you, Lucretia-san. You can listen to everything that we say, and if you want to turn around and leave after and pretend you didn't hear anything, you can do that, too. You don't have to join up.

...but, I did. [ ... ] You saw the marquee message this week, right? The "sleep, sleep, ghost" one?