Price was the opposite of the Director under many aspects, and constantly looking fresh like a rose was one of them. He would never get sick, not even when overworking himself, and his senses were always sharp enough to catch anything that didn't align with current goals and norms.

"Here are the files you requested, sir."

He laid them on his boss's desk at about 1.30 am. He blinked as he received no response, and the Director's cough filled the silence.

"You might want to do something about that cough."

He said in a blank tone. If only the man cared about his health, he would have answered with 'No shit, Counselor', but he clearly did not.