"I could hardly know that, could I?"

Lancelot's tone is light, not at all offended as he folds the jacket neatly over his arm. He smooths it down, gestures for Faolan to walk with him and begins to make his way toward the station.

"Besides which, plenty of people live in London a good few years without needing to head to a hospital. I should think that would be preferred to knowing each one by heart."