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The seat is uncomfortable.
Ivan tries unobtrusively to wriggle into a better position.
There isn't one.
He hates this seat.
He glances around – no, don't meet Miles's eyes, he's trying to make you laugh.
And for heaven's sake don't even think of looking at Dono Vorrutyer. He's even worse than Miles, if that's possible.
At least Rene Vorbretten looks slightly sympathetic.
Keep your eyes down, don't look at the gallery.
Wait, why is everyone silent? Is it my turn?
Deep breath…
"Pass."
Ivan hates it when Gregor's off planet.
Because that's when he has to be the Emperor's voting deputy.