Captain Deuteros cleared her throat over the fresh internecine squabbling. “Does anyone else want to take this opportunity to admit that they’re already dead, or a flesh construct, or other relevant object? Anyone?” 

[…] Saw Teacher in the doorway with his hands folded before his gaudy rainbow sash. Nobody had heard him enter.
“Maybe later, Lady Judith,” he said.

Teacher is, indeed, a fucking comedian.