Section two agents will do anything to get out of an appointment with a psychiatrist.
"What surprises me," one of the section three agents remarked as the alarms wound down and people went back to their business, "was how that secret mixture got out of the reinforced glass jar and managed to spill right into the perfect chemicals to cause a gigantic explosion!"
His friend shook his head. "It's a real mystery. What do you think happened, Illya?"
The blond looked up. "I would not like to say," he responded truthfully.
"Hey, didn't you have a psychiatric appointment today?"
"Not anymore," Illya said simply, and upon seeing his expression the other agents carefully backed away.